Stevie’s House
It was two in the morning when Melli snuck into her big sister Crystal’s bedroom and shut the door.
“I did what you ask me to,” she whispered. “I called Ginger and told her Milli was my father. Now you gotta give me my stuff.”
Crystal never believed her sister would do what she dared her to, but she was wrong. Crystal hated the way Milli doted over Denise, ignoring them, and she hated the way Ginger looked down at her. A few days earlier, when she heard her mother and aunt plotting to rob Ginger, she came up with the plan to tell Ginger the truth about Milli—in the hopes of ruining Ginger’s life. She wasn’t concerned with getting caught, because she’d blame the whole thing on Melli.
“Let me give you your stuff.”
Crystal pulled a shoebox from under her bed and handed Melli four packs of cheese sunflower seeds and a pickled sausage. Melli plopped happily on the edge of the bed and started eating.
As Melli chewed her snack, Crystal wondered, if Melli could be bribed by something so small, what would she do for something bigger? She had all intentions of finding out.