locked bathroom where Sophie had sought shelter, Sophie had sworn off lists for the rest of her life.Hers or anyone elseâs.
Lately, though, she wished she hadnât been so hasty. In order to remember everything, she had to walk around muttering, âHair, boys, parties, nose, thunder thighs, Lisa Kelloggâhair, boys, parties, nose, thunder thighs, Lisa Kellogg,â under her breath. Since the day Nora had overheard her and gotten mad about
that
because she said Sophie was making fun of her, Sophie had been forced to repeat that list in her head. Since her head was already crowded, it meant there was hardly any room left.
All she knew was that noses should be small, hair should be straight, and boys and parties were good unless they didnât like you or you didnât get invited to one. Then they were bad. She wasnât sure what Lisa Kellogg had done to make Nora hate her, or what thunder thighs were, but they were both definitely on the list. It was all very complicated.
What worried Sophie most of all, though, was something Nora had said a few weeks earlier. She and Mrs. Hartley had been arguing about a pair of expensive jeans that Nora said all the girls in middle school wore and Mrs. Hartley said they couldnât afford. Sophie was only trying to help when she said, âYou should do what I do, Nora. Sew or glue things on your old jeans to make them look different.â
âButt out, Sophie,â Nora said.
âNora!â said Mrs. Hartley.
âItâs none of her business.â
âWeâre in the kitchen,â Sophie said. âWhen youâre having a conversation in the kitchen, anyone can join it.â
âOh, is that right?â Nora sneered at her in the way sheâd perfected in middle school. âYou think everythingâs so hunky-dory all the time. Just you wait, Little Miss Sunshine.
Your
time will come.â
Nora had stormed up to her room before Sophie could ask exactly
when
Nora thought Sophieâs time would come and what would happen to her when it did.
âShe means youâre going to become a teenager.â Mrs. Hartley got up to put her mug into the dishwasher and muttered, âHeaven help us,â under her breath.
âI heard that,â said Sophie. âIt doesnât help, on top of Nora.â
âSorry.â Her mother flashed a fake smile. âWho knows, Sophie? Maybe youâll be the first adolescent in history to become a teenager who doesnât have temper tantrums or grow a mustache!â
âYou know I wonât,â Sophie said gloomily. âEven Thad changed. Remember how he suddenly grew hair all over his arms and legs and went around giving us beard burns and flapping his arms to show off his hairy underarms?â
âPlease.â Her mother picked up her briefcase and started for the hall. âThree teenagers in one house,â she said. âWhat were we thinking?â
It wasnât very comforting.
What if Nora was right and Sophie had no other choice than to become a teenager who burst into tears one minute and was hysterical with happiness the next? And who argued with almost everyone in her family?
Sophie didnât want to become that kind of person. For one thing, she didnât like to argue. For another, she liked the people in her family. Now that she was fourteen, Nora seemed to hate most of them. She ignored Sophie whenever she could and argued with everyone else, almost every day.
Mr. Hartley was safe because he was on the road so much of the time, and Maura still talked in one- or two-word sentences. Even Nora couldnât argue with a toddler who said only âWow!â and âOkay!â As for John, he had a way of ignoring everything that went on above his head. Since he was seven and short, he managed to avoid most family arguments.
Nora argued constantly with Thad and their mother. Her temper had started to affect everyone in the family. Mrs.
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