any windows,â her mother wailed. âItâs so stuffy in here, April. The house has been closed up all winter. At least you could open the windows and let some fresh air in.â
âShe canât get up,â Whitney said, pushing Aprilâs head against the straw mat.
âYou girls are old enough to help too,â Mrs. Blair said, hoisting the shopping bags.
âNo, weâre not. Weâre only six,â Courtney insisted.
âYou have a smart mouth, young lady,â their mother said, exasperated.
âSo do I!â insisted Whitney. âIâm smart too.â
Mrs. Blair laughed. âGet up and help your father unload the car. You know, we didnât come all the way from Shadyside to roll around on a dusty floor. The sooner we get unpacked, the sooner we can get to the beach.â
Whitney gave April a final push and jumped to her feet. âLetâs go to the beach now,â she demanded.
âYeah!â echoed her twin, tugging Aprilâs hand, trying to pull her to her feet.
April groaned and stood up. âIâm going to need a vacation after a summer with these two!â she declared, dusting off her tennis shorts and sleeveless top, which had started out white but were now gray and streaked with dirt.
âOh, I imagine youâll be spending all of your time with Matt,â her mother called from the back bedroom. âWe wonât see you all summerâas usual.â
âLetâs go to the beach,â Courtney demanded, tugging on Aprilâs hand.
âOw!â April broke away from her little sister and hurried to the back bedroom to confront her mother. âDonât start in about Matt,â she said heatedly. She blew a strand of straight honey blond hair off her forehead.
âI didnât say a word about Matt,â Mrs. Blair said defensively. âItâs just thatââ
âJust that what ?â April demanded. âGo ahead. Say it.â
âItâs just that I thought weâd have a nice family vacation,â her mother said, avoiding Aprilâs stare as she made the bed. âAnd that maybe youâd meet a bunch of nice new kids here at Sandy Hollow. Instead of hanging around with the same kids you hang around with back in Shadyside.â
âYou mean Matt and Todd,â April said angrily.
âCalm down. Sshh,â Mrs. Blair said, raising a finger to her lips. âI guess I was disappointed that Matt and his family decided to summer here again.â
âWhatâs wrong with Matt?â April demanded, unable to calm down. âWeâve been going together more than a year, andââ
âAprilâweâve had this discussion before,â her mother said with a hint of weariness in her voice. âMatt is perfectly okay. Heâs very nice, actually. Especially compared to a lot of the boys youâve brought home.â
âGee, thanks,â April said sarcastically.
âItâs just that heâsâwell, you know, a little immature for you, donât you think? I mean, heâs only interested in sports, video games, and horror movies. Donât you think you should look around? Find someone with more intelligent interests? I meanââ
âYouâre right, Mom,â April said curtly. âWeâve had this discussion before.â She turned and strode quickly from the room.
âAprilâwhere are you going?â Mrs. Blair called after her, realizing she had gone too far, said too much.
âTo help Dad,â April called back from the hallway. And then peevishly added: âThatâs what you wantedâ isnât it?â
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April spent the rest of the afternoon helping her parents. There was so much to do at the summer houseâunloading the car, unpacking all the bags, airing out the stuffy rooms, cleaning the house,