“Ethel! Ethel!” Emmet yells-whispers into his sister’s ear. She doesn’t wake up. Or, rather, she does, but pretends she didn’t as she usually did when Emmet tried to wake her up in the middle of the night. She knows this can only mean one thing — trouble. “Come one, Ethel, it’s a serious matter this time!” With him, it’s always a serious matter. Like when he decided to hide a stray dog inside his room. Or when he thought it was a good idea to climb on the roof to see a meteor shower. Ethel doesn’t move and, when the room becomes quiet, she slowly opens just one eye to see if her brother has decided to walk away. He hasn’t. Notice: JavaScript is required for this content.
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