I'm at the computer with the door to my bedroom closed, and no one is pounding on it.
I'm hiding for a few minutes
because I'm afraid if I don't
I might decide on a whim
to send Keilana to a boarding school
or Ginger to a farm.
I'll keep Dylan, though, I suppose.
We have an understanding.
Because, seriously, she's just a piece of cake.
But the other girls and I--
we're gonna have to work something out.