Kelsey tilted her hair-bow back to the right. "I hope I don't get stuck with Gracie Mannsfield. She's a brat!"
"And if you were her adopted big sister for the past six months, you'd drop her because you don't like who she is in person?" Layla tapped her feet.
"You're too nice." Kelsey retorted. "Stop doing that with your feet."
"My shoes are tight." Layla looked up as Mrs. Perkins entered the Sabbath school room.
"Good morning, girls!" Her cheerful voice faded against the drone of the air-conditioning unit. "I'm sure you're all excited to meet your 'little sisters', so I won't keep you waiting. I just want thank you all so much for taking time out of your busy high-school lives to offer a hand of friendship to these blooming young souls!"
Rising with the others, Layla watched as the luncheon coordinator admitted the younger girls.
They lined up in rows opposite of each other, heads bent, as they read the words on their clue cards.
Layla squinted at hers. "Will be wearing the latest pastel-what?"
"That would be me, Ms. Kensington." The unmistakable voice of Gracie Mannsfield was attached to the 10-year-old body dwarfed in pastel ribbons.
"Gracie?" Layla exclaimed.
"You're surprised, aren't you?" Gracie sighed. "I suppose I could have done worse."
"I beg your pardon?" Layla shifted from one foot to the other.
"I could have gotten your friend, Ms. Kelsey Crowe. She hates me." Gracie straightened her flowered sash. "Shall we go? The tea party is beginning any moment now."
"Uh, sure, I'll follow you." Layla limped after her. Gracie was ten going on fifty at this rate.
Gracie wrinkled her nose. "We're sitting next to Ms. Lowell."
"Ms. Lowell?" Layla darted a glance around the occupants of the surrounding tables.