“So,” she said, “did you find a rare animal to save?” “No,” I said. “Did you find a rare plant to save?” “No,” Lizzie said. “Did you hold hands and skip romantically through the forest?” “NO!” we both shouted. Lizzie fled to the kitchen to call her mom. Unfortunately, Amy stayed with me. She bent toward me and whispered, “Did Lizzie make the Kissy Face?” “What are you talking about?” I hissed. “Oh, I think you know,” she said. “I don’t know! I swear, Amy, I have no idea whatsoever.” Amy rolled her eyes and said, “How is it even possible that you are three years older than me? The Kissy Face is when the girl turns to you, like this, gazes at you with love, like this, and then starts to lean closer and closer to you like …” That’s when Lizzie walked back in and said, “My mum is going to come get me in about fifteen—what are you DOING?” I jumped away from my little maniac of a sister and said, “Nothing!” just as Amy said, “I was just showing Willie the Kissy Face—you know, in case you’ve been trying to use it on him and he hasn’t even noticed.”
