rest of my favorite things.â
âDaddy! Mommy! Get up! Get up!â Max shouted as he jumped onto the bed with us. He might have been our second child, but he tended to lead. âWe took a vote and everyone wants to go to the zoo today!â
Charlie clambered up. âNot quite everyone. Uncle Peter says we need to wear lots of sunscreen even though itâs cold outside. Grandpa Sol says we just need to wear hats.â He reached down and helped his little sister up. âWhat do you think, Daddy?â
âI think youâll want to do what your mother says,â Charles replied as he put Jamie onto his lap. âWhat do you think, Jamie-Kat?â Everyone felt Jamie looked exactly like me. Couldnât argue, but I knew Iâd smiled a lot more at her age. Maybe we just didnât smile enough at her.
Jamie didnât answer, just leaned her head into his chest.
Max burrowed in between us, back against the pillows. Max was a real blend of the two of usâmy eyes, chin and body structure, Charlesâ everything else. Per his father, and mine, he had all my personality, though.
Charlie sat between us, facing us, legs crossed. He looked just like Charles to meâsame eyes, wiry build, facial structure, and personalityâwhich was a nice stroke of luck, since he was named for his father. I recognized his Serious Face expressionâIâd seen it on his fatherâs face since we were both thirteen. âJamie doesnât want to go.â
âDid she say that?â I tried not to sound hopeful.
He shook his head. âBut I can tell.â
âMe too,â Max said. âShe wants to stay home.â
I chucked Jamie under her chin. âI know you want to watch your mirrors, Jamie-Kat. But the animals will miss you if you donât go see them.â
She shook her head. âBad things are going to happen.â
Jamie rarely spoke. But the few times she did, she spoke perfectly, as if she was a much older child. However, she never spoke to share fun, happy, or loving things. It was always to tell us something bad was going to happen. So far as we could tell, sheâd only been right a couple of times. But those times had been devastating.
Charles hugged her. âBad things happen all the time. But theyâre not going to happen to us today.â
Before he could say anything else, Jamie sat up straight, then clambered off the bed and trotted out of the room. I tried not to notice that Jamie hadnât waited for or asked for a kiss from either one of us. That sheâd let Charles hold her this morning was good enough.
The rest of us looked at each other. âI love her, but sheâs weird, Mommy,â Max said finally.
Charlie shot a disapproving look at his younger brother. âSheâs our sister, no matter what. Besides, itâs probably just that Uncle James is back.â It probably was. Somehow, Jamie always knew when James was near.
Max shrugged. âI know.â He hugged me. âItâs okay, Mommy.â
Charlie crawled over and hugged me, too. âYeah, itâll be okay, Mommy. I promise.â
âWow, I guess Iâm not doing a good job of not showing the two of you that Iâm worried about your sister.â
Charles hugged all of us. âWeâre all worried. But weâll fix her, or keep her safe, or do whatever we have to to keep our family safe and make it all right, right?â
âRight,â the rest of us said in unison. Then the boys both laughed and shouted, âJinx!â And, as kids will, kept on shouting jinx at each other as they got off the bed and left our room.
âReady for a shower?â Charles asked me. I nodded and he laughed. âI wonât pinch you if you break the jinx.â
âAwww, you spoilsport.â Sighed. âI didnât mean to let the boys know how worried I am. I just wish Jamie was . . .â
Charles put his arm around my