"OK, OK, meet and greet time is over," Lucy said, breaking in. Her voice abruptly serious. "Come on Dylan, we need to go give Lindsay her birthday gift."
"Let's give it to her later," I said. Lucy glared at me so hard, I felt my bones begin to crack.
"What is it with the names in your family, anyway?" Kara asked, oblivious to the implied violence in front of her. "Lucy, Dylan, Lindsay. And what's your older sister's name again?"
"Jan," I said, "My parents are huge classic rock fans."
"Janice Joplin, Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, Bob Dylan, Lindsay Buckingham." My sister ticked the names off her fingers like it was rote.
"No Stevie, huh?" Kara said, clearly making a joke.
Both Lucy and I eyed each other. There had been a Stevie, but Mom had lost him in the last trimester. It occurred
