“No. You have to do better than try,” I remind her in a harsher tone. “You know how to do it, little girl, now get it done.”
I give her a gentle shove off my lap and watch as she takes a deep breath then makes her way around the table toward her brother.
He looks as nervous as she felt with her body pressed so closely against mine.
But I can see it again.
The hunger.
The need in his eyes.
He’s becoming a true Greene, and maybe now I can find one of them to take some pride in.