Clutching the wooden spoon tightly and shaking it at my younger sister, I began my investigation. ‘OK, who did it? Who licked the mixing spoon?’
‘Not me,’ Madison answered, not looking up from the table.
‘Did too. Who else would have done it?’
The back door closed with a thump. Mum came in with her arms loaded with towels.
‘All right you two, break it up.’
Madison crossed her arms tightly. ‘I… did… not… lick… Crystal’s… spoon.’
‘Girls, that’s enough,’ Mum demanded.
I tossed the spoon into the sink. ‘Mum, you promised that if peeled the potatoes last night, I could lick the spoon when we baked the cookies this morning. It was my turn.’ I glared at my seven-year-old sister.
She poked her tongue out and I stomped out of the kitchen.
When I returned a few minutes later, notebook and…
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