Mia McKay smiled at her sister. "Come on," she encouraged the other woman, leaving Steve and Zahara alone.
"Your mom is nice," Zahara said. "I'm glad she let you play."
Steve blinked, suddenly confused. He looked at the black girl across from her, then down at himself. Wait, I... he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, seeing a cute eleven year old girl with red hair. This is all wrong, I'm supposed to be...
"Earth to Stephie," Zahara said, waving a hand in front of her face.
Stephanie McKay, or Stephie, blinked, losing her train of thought. "I didn't mean to hit her with the ball. It was an accident," she said. She pouted a bit. "Mom loves her more than she loves me," she declared.
Zahara frowned. "I'll take her," she said. She didn't have a little sister.
"I don't think Mom will agree...but we could ask," Stephie said, hopefully
