When Jane returned to the living room and announced her car was missing, she was met with blank stares. "You're kidding, right?" My mom said. My sisters were impassive. They held out to the bitter end, until Jane, in a panic, grabbed the phone to dial the police, and Heather called out, "Wait! Brad and Jenny moved it. It's parked around the corner."
"Can you believe they did that?" Jane said, taking a noisy last sip of her chai tea. "The whole family banded together to torture me. Especially Jenny. She even told me she thinks it's her duty to give me a hard time. I don't think she's ever going to let me live this down."
We chucked our cups and were heading for the door when Jane got a text message. She flipped open her phone and groaned. "This is exactly what I'm talking about. She'll never stop." Jane tried to look angry, but I could see the corners of her eyes crinkling with amusement. She handed me her phone, and I couldn't help but smile. Beneath Jenny's name and number was the message: "It's 11 a.m. Do you know where your car is?"