Len held tighter, her big arms wrapped around her older sister’s slim waist.
“Brother, stop!” Nena laughed, kicking and shrieking as Len lifted her off her feet.
Len set her sister down, her mirth turning to cold anticipation as their father approached.
“She’s not your brother,” he said with a stern glare toward Nena. “Len, change into something appropriate.”
“But the cows need milking and-”
Len slinked away.