“My sister,” I reply without hesitation. “We had our own little world, just the two of us – it was full of magic and beautiful things.” “Mm,” he says, moving his palm lightly over mine. “What magic?” “Mountain Dew was an actual magic elixir. Do you know Mountain Dew?” He nods. “There were kitchen fairies and mermaids who moved things around to make the grown-ups crazy.”
