I was just about to knock again when the door swung open. Robbie, Jelly’s twelve year old brother, stood in front of me, his dark brown sweater the color of his eyes. "What do you want?” he squinted, slumping against the door frame.
"Is Jelly here?" I tried to see around him to the circus inside.
"Jelly!" he shouted over his shoulder. "That girl's here, again!"
"Don't pinch!" Jelly pushed at him as she slipped under his arm. She squeezed up against the door. "Hey, Teenie!" she shouted, her whole face a big smile. "Let me get my coat. Be right back!" She disappeared under Robbie's arm and left the two of us staring at each other. Rolling his eyes, Robbie shut the door in my face. I climbed back over the bikes, skipped to the swing set and chose the swing without the crack in the seat.
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