Abby Hunter drew an X with her red marker.
The X looked perfect on her teddy bear calendar.
“Next Saturday is the BIG day,” she said. “In 1 week we’ll meet our new sisters from Korea.”
She made dancing stars around the red X.
“I can’t wait,” said Carly, her little sister, looking up from her first grade spelling list.
Abby snapped the cap on her marker. “Just think, there will be 4 girls in our family.”
“I think Daddy wanted some boys,” Carly said.
“Mommy doesn’t know how to raise boys,” Abby said. “There aren’t any boys in her family for 3 generations.”
Carly twisted 1 of her blonde curls. “What’s a generator?”
Abby sighed. “Not generator—generation.”
“Well, what is it?” Carly asked.
“It’s all the kids born in a family. When they get old—about 30—those kids get married and have kids. Then those kids…”
“Okay, I get it,” Carly said.
Abby straightened her calendar. “That’s why we only have girl cousins.”
Carly wrote a spelling word. “I’m glad generator isn’t on this list!”
“Generation,” Abby insisted.
“Whatever,” said Carly. She made a tic-tac-toe on her paper. “Wanta play?”
“Can’t,” Abby said. “Dunkum is coming over to shoot baskets.”
Dunkum was the best player in Abby’s third grade class. His real name was Edward Mifflin, but no one called him that.
“Dunkum thinks he can’t be beat, but I’m trying,” Abby said.
“Is Dunkum your best friend?” Carly asked, looking down at Abby’s sneakers. 1 was red and 1 was blue.
“Maybe,” Abby whispered.
The doorbell rang, followed by pounding on the front door.
Abby grabbed her jacket. “That’s definitely Dunkum.”
Carly sighed. “When our Korean sisters come, maybe they’ll play with me.”
* * *
After lunch the girls helped their mother put up a pink wall hanging. It read: WELCOME SISTERS.
“Soon, I’ll have 3 sisters,” Abby said.
Carly jumped up and down. “Just in time for Thanksgiving.”
“Before,” corrected Abby. “Thanksgiving’s in 12 days.”