"It's not stupid," Tatum corrected her, without even bothering to turn her head as she replied. She hunched forward a bit as her sister approached, attempting to shield what she was doing, but from the box full of papers to the busted up pile of green sitting on her mouse pad, it was impossible to conceal the situation. She was pretty much busted, no sense in denying it.

Sighing at her sister's question, and the squawk in her voice, Tatum rolled her eyes. "I'm asking Santa for a lock on my bedroom door," the red-head murmured.