The phone rang. Joseph darted to pick it up.
“Dyer residence,” he answered formally.
“Hold please,” he said as he covered the mouthpiece. He really was hilarious. “It’s for you, Mara,” he said. “And it’s a booooy,” he sing-songed.
I rolled my eyes but wondered who it could be. “I’m taking it in my room,” I said as Joseph erupted in giggles. Horrible.

Autore: Michelle Hodkin