"Brownie . . . are you ready?" I said in a sing song voice and dropped my luggage in the hall.
Greta let me in the house and she hurried out for some work. That woman was always busy. I didn't plan on how many days I was going to stay at London nor did Clark and Ian. I hoped that once I met my brother, Zach there, Clark and Ian would get along with him since they were all about the same age. Then all four of us could hang out together- a perfect vacation.
"Brownie?" I called out again, but he was nowhere to be seen.Did he leave me here and took off to London? The fear inside me grew with each second.
"No, no. It can't be," I muttered to myself and entered his room.
I audibly sighed in relief when I heard his shower on. He didn't ditch me after all. Surprise, surprise!
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