I’ll get ‘em.” Ben tried to walk back inside, but Piri blocked his way.
“NO!” she screamed. “Never turn your back when you leave the house. Very, very bad luck.”
“It’s fine, Pirir,” Ben assured her. “I just want to grab the cookies.”
“I’ll get them. You come here and look in the mirror. Give a dirty look, then everything’s better.”
“I would, I swear, you know I would, Piri, but we’re kind of in a rush. I’ll just grab the cookies.”
As Ben pushed past her and went inside, Mom hugged both Rayna and Sage, who apparently was going to be like a son-in-law to her. Ben loped out with the butterhorns, and everyone climbed into Rayna’s car, then Mom and I gave each other one last hug.

Author: Hilary Duff