Margaret retreated to the kitchen.
"God" she panted. "Who knew that three tiny brats could be such a handful!"
She could hear them shouting and since the kitchen had two entrances she decides that she should retreat to a better position. She quickly went upstairs and noticed an open room.
Upon enter, she realized that it was none other than Summer's father's study.
Her scheming side emerged again.
This room looked rich with information. Definitely some good information she could use to blackmail Summer later here. Let's see what Mr. Salt is hiding.
She sat back on the chair like a queen, and picked up a dossier at random, but barely started reading when she noticed that somebody stood at the door. It was young Summer, comically still cradling the arm of a toy rabbit.
"What do you want? Shoo."
"You shouldn't be looking at Dad's books."
"Yeah, and what are you gonna do about it?"
She walked up to her and flicked her forehead.
Heh, maybe there was something fun about this situation after all.
"I know you're too stupid to understand. But I'm bigger and stronger than you now. So why don't you just run and..."
Summer charged at her with a battlecry. With a surprised "ooph", both older girl and younger girl ended up on the floor in a tickle fight.
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