Jack sifted through his dresser drawers, pulling out clothing from the bottom drawer. A pile of dark T-shirts lay on the floor at his side.

"Why do I get the bottom drawer?" Lexi asked.

"Because you're short."

"I'm tall for my age."

"Shorter than me."

"Taller than the other kids."

Jack threw a glance back at her. "I think you're missing the point."

She rolled her eyes and sat heavily on the blue couch.

"You could help, you ...