CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"You have sisters?" Kylie asked, as she and Angie were baking cupcakes the next afternoon.
After her discussion with Paavo about Danger the night before, Angie had needed to make some arrangements that morning. Now, everything was in place.
"Four sisters; no brothers," Angie replied.
"That must have been fun when you were growing up," Kylie said, her voice suddenly wistful. "Do they all look like you?"
"Kind of, except for one who dyed her hair platinum blond." Angie shuddered.
Kylie smiled. "Do you see them very often?"
"Sometimes more than I'd like to. They all live nearby—in the city or close to it. How about you? Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
To her surprise, Kylie's eyes reddened, and she hastily lowered her head. "A sister. She's a kid, only seventeen
