“Don’t you think you’re being a little crazy?” 

Junie glared at her cousin as she dusted one of the bookshelves. She had never dusted the bookshelf in the two years she lived in her apartment and figured now was as good a time as any to start. 

“These books are disgusting,” Junie countered. “I should be dusting once in a while anyway.” She straightened some of the books on the highest shelf, which was just barely within her reach. It was a good thing she ...