Joe mumbles something about the house being Cursed again and shuffles off with his little friends in tow. “You showed him,” Gayle says proudly. Liat shrugs. “He’s just a little kid.” I frown. Joe is just a little kid. Liat has stated the obvious. And yet I’ve always been afraid of him because he’s so mean. It makes me feel like a moron. Have I been terrified all this time of a peewee? Liat holds out the green packet of Bubblicious to my sister. “Ooh, apple,” Gayle purrs in pleasure, taking a piece and popping it into her mouth. “My favorite’s regular, but grape’s good, too.” Now that Joe has stormed off, I think Liat will ask us to explain the Curse. But she doesn’t. I think she’ll ask us which school she’ll be going to and what it’s like. But she doesn’t. I think she’ll ask us about the other kids on the block and whether they’re all nasty like Joe. But she doesn’t. If I were Liat, those are the questions I would ask. But Liat asks us about our parents.
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