I felt Marla's eyes stinging me. Ava had been right about her. There were differences in her, mature changes happening almost right before our eyes. It was not hard to imagine her breathing down my neck as Ava had predicted. My changes didn't occur as rapidly.
I didn't think they had for Ava, either, and of course, I couldn't recall anything about Brianna's maturing, but I had never heard any stories about her to illustrate these sorts of quick changes. Maybe of all four of us, Marla was the special one, after all.
As I looked from Ava to Marla and back to Ava and saw the steely cold in their eyes, I thought this was more than the simple sibling rivalry Daddy had described.
