Funny, she had thought that Skye would be so impressed by her cleverness in squirreling away the treats, but, instead, her sister had called her a ‘pathetic, fat cheater.’ Skye was probably out running with their mother now and would come home and go directly to bed, saying that she was too tired to have dinner. Aran unwrapped a KitKat bar, snapped it in two, scrutinized both of the chocolate batons with the skilled eye of a younger sibling to determine which was the choicer and, having made her assessment, took a bite from the better half.
