Blinking, I glanced at my sisters and felt the color draining out of my face. Monica was staring at me. She had seen. She knew something. I could tell. And I didn't know what to do. I glanced at my dad but he seemed oblivious. With a shake of my head I decided to say something to try to change the subject that I was certain was on everyone's mind just then.
"What should we have for dinner?" I asked.
"Pizza!" Ally answered immediately, clapping.
"We just had pizza a few days ago," my dad said. "What about Chinese?"
Ally's eyes got really big and she clapped even harder. Then she said, "Yeah! I want Chinese!"
Dad looked at me and Monica and we both nodded. "That's fine with me," I said. Monica didn't say anything. She still had a funny look on her face.
An hour later, we all sat in the
