Bleary eyed and grumpy, I trudged to the bathroom door, reaching for the knob before thudding full on into the wooden barrier with my entire body. Locked. Locked? Oh yeah, my little sister was back from camp. I'd gotten used to not sharing a bathroom with her since she'd been gone all summer. And since she'd barely said two words to me since she arrived home yesterday, and with the whole Quaid worry thing on my mind, I'd forgotten I was back to waiting on a nine year old to do her ...