Wolfe Ranch
Lacy, my older cousin, and Gamma yelled happily at me.
I sighed in frustration and shook my head at her. There was confetti everywhere on the floor, all over my shirt, and in my hair. I’m sure the confetti will stay all in the carpet even through a good cleaning. Why was she like this? Why did she want to prank us every chance she got?
“Thanks,” I told her dryly.
“You’re welcome,” she said with a big smile.