Sipping

Sipping on such a tiny straw will only give you a headache, Mandy admonished silently, as she had already learned this lesson the hard way. She admired her brother's naivete. He was willing his dense milkshake up through the narrow opening, cheeks suctioned into his mouth leaving concave hollows on his cheeks.

"Mandy, when will you be able to come back home with us? I mean, for good?" Ryan had posed the question she knew was coming but was praying would stay buried, this time at least.