Nadiya jumped in, “Yes it was. It was all his idea and he didn’t even help us make the hot tub which was really dumb.” “Hot tub?” “It was supposed to be a hot tub, but we couldn’t get enough hot water in there,” I said quietly. I knew talking back to my mom was a big no-no. Nadiya and Steven did not know that, though, and they began arguing with my mother about how much water was actually wasted and how much sand we had really scooped into the yard and whose idea it truly was and so on. We were all grounded for a week. Nadiya and I had no choice but to end our streak of days spent together that summer. Steven apparently talked his way out of it because I saw him going out with his friends after two days. I think he could get away with anything, even murder. He was Nadiya’s dumb brother, after all. R Page 12
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