Winnie

I glare at Chandler.

The excitement of meeting his parents disappear.

He stares straight ahead.

I pinch the back of his hand.

He doesn't flinch. Instead, he looks smug.

"Mom will love you. Dad—"

"Chandler—"

"And my sister may be there, too. You'll love her—"

"Chandler—"

"Now the purpose—"

Chandler," I sternly say.

He looks at me as if he realizes I am talking to him. But then, he winks, telling ...