Jessica and Skye began the dishes. They were half finished when Skye couldn't take the silence anymore.
"Jessie, are you mad at me?" she asked, drying off a pan with her dish towel.
"No, Skye. Why do you think I'm mad at you?"
"You just didn't act very glad that I'm staying the night," Skye said.
"Well...nevermind," Jessie said, rinsing off another dish.
"No. What is it, Jessie?" Skye put down her dishrag and looked at Jessica.
"When you stay the night, Mom won't let my friends stay the night, and you spend the night almost every weekend," Jessica said. "I had kinda wanted Mara to stay the night tonight..."
"I'm sorry Jess, I didn't know. Well how about I don't stay the night for a few weekends?"
"Thanks, Skye."
"Anytime..."
"Skye, Skye, Skye where are you?" Zac called just as Skye and Jessie began to put away the dishes.
"I'm in the kitchen, Zac."
"I thought you were going to help me with that poem," he said, peeking in the doorway.
"Oh, I'm sorry Zac it completely slipped my mind. Let me finish these dishes then I'll help you."
"O.K."
