Henry crunched through M&M’s with circles under his eyes so dark they looked like bruises. Andie and Cassandra split their third Kit Kat. Andie’s leg bounced up and down at a jittery pace, and even though she’d showered her costume makeup off an hour ago, Cassandra knew she still looked dead. “This is too much chocolate on too little sleep,” Henry muttered. But he reached back into the bowl anyway. “You should stop. Dad wants you to help rake the yard later.” “Ha-ha,” Andie said between chews. “You wanna help too?” Andie dropped the candy bar. “Yeah, sure.” She sighed, and stretched in the chair. “I’ll tell you one thing. That is the last time I lace these bad boys up into a corset. How did women wear those, anyway?” Nobody answered. Henry’s eyes drifted over Andie’s chest and he looked almost disappointed by the news. Cassandra kicked him in the shin. She glanced out the window while Andie and Henry talked about taking naps. The day was gray, pale, and disgusting.
