"I'm...just going to go home," Sam said. "it's close to dinnertime anyway. I should help get it ready."
Roger glared at Linda.
Sam made a beeline for the door and headed home. She passed Stacy in the side yard and paused for a moment, trying to decide if she wanted to say anything. She wasn't sure if Stacy was really her little sister or not. But it felt like she was.
Sam hadn't realized that, in her mind, she'd already started thinking of herself as a she, or that it had been any other way. What she did know was that Stacy wanted to act as if things were normal. She always wanted that, no matter what she did.
She went inside to help with dinner.
