There was not an inch of private space where one could avoid the prying eyes of two nine-year-olds with a complete inability to keep a secret
Esti had fallen asleep brimming with ideas about the amazing surprise that she would make for her mother as a way of saying thank you. But when she awoke to the noisy chatter of her twin sisters playing on the landing, cold reality dawned upon her. There was not an inch of private space where one could avoid the prying eyes of two nine-year-olds with a complete inability to keep a secret.
How was the birthday cake ever going to be a surprise?
“Where are you going?” said Dini, as Esti attempted to slip downstairs to the kitchen.
“What are you hiding under your pajama shirt?” said Dassie.
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