But it still couldn’t block out the sound of her little brothers screaming in the next bedroom. Between the noise coming through the apartment walls and her old computer software crashing at the worst possible moment, she’d have to stay up all night if she wanted to finish the health report that was due the next day. Yanking out her earbuds, she yelled, “Will you please. Shut! Up!” Like always, Faith instantly felt guilty for shouting. But at least they seemed to quiet down. She had typed one sentence when Antim screamed, “Give it back!” “No!” Vijay cried. “Faith! Vijay isn’t being fair!” Antim whined through the wall. Faith sighed. Sending a silent prayer to the word-processing gods, she clicked Save and strode into her brothers’ bedroom. Six-year-old Antim’s cheeks were streaked with tears. Vijay, eight, glowered at his younger brother. Faith could see the head of a Lego person in his tight fist. Lego pieces were scattered across the floor. “Both of you, play fair.
