By the time Kira and his parents got home from work, he was almost back to his usual self, which was nice because I was bored out of my damn mind. I was glad I was only here for a short amount of time because I had already run out of things to do. When Kira walked into the house, we were both lounging on the living room couches in silence. The silence was mainly for Finn’s benefit, since he’d been complaining about a nasty headache. Kira greeted her brother, shot me a contemptuous look and stormed up the stairs in a huff. Clearly, I’d gotten to her at the store. “She’s mad because I asked her if there was a Daniel here,” I told Finn. He was laying on the couch across from me with his arm draped dramatically over his face as though he was in great suffering. What a pansy. He lifted his arm up away from his face just enough for me to glimpse one hazel eye. “She gets mad if I tell her she’s looking a little thick.”
