"Steven, what are you looking for?"
I ignored the small voice behind me, my meddling little sister, and continued to push the spade into the hard earth of our garden.
"Mom's going to be upset with you when she sees what you've done to the grass."
"Irene, go away," I said in my meanest voice and carried on digging.
"Tell me what you are looking for or else I'm telling Mom!" Her voice had that telltale whine; I knew she meant it.
I took a deep breath and put down the spade.
"Will you help me dig if I tell you?" I didn't want the help, but if she were a part of the digging then she'd be much less likely to rat me out. "It's Mrs. Lassiter, from next door. I didn't bury her deep enough and she's starting to smell. Now go get a shovel."
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