Thus, the youngest sister decided to step up and do her part. She rounded up the boys on a flimsy pretext that they may or may not have looked right through. Curiosity, naivité or plain interest drew them to the schoolyard anyway. Once caught there on familiar territory. The girl stepped upon a stack of books and started reading from the story the sisters had collaboratively worked on all those nights. The boys chuckled, first, then grew quiet and finally actually listened. The oldest sister stood and watched.
