Zoe went downstairs to find her and Jon's little sister, Marie, lying on the couch.
"Shove off," Zoe said, swatting at Marie's legs, "make room."
"Use your own TV," Marie complained. She was 11, and as annoying as Jon found Zoe, Marie was much more annoying to Zoe. She was very prissy, very girly.
"Go to hell," Zoe said, bending Marie's leg to hurt her.
"Settle down!" cautioned their mother from the kitchen.
"What were you saying to Jon?" Marie asked. "I was listening. you said something about her and a boy?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Zoe laughed.
"Tell me!" whined Marie.
"No!" Zoe said, "it's a secret!"
"Tell me!" Marie screamed.
"Quiet!" their mother yelled, "Honestly, you girls are all so unruly. Sometimes I wonder how things might've turned out if one of you had been a boy." She laughed, "now there's a thought!"
"Maybe I that can be arranged..." Zoe smirked. She saw a perfect chance to get the ration of boys to girls back to normal in the house, and just maybe get rid of Marie...
