"Some sweet sixteen," Mom said, sliding her silver spike into her boot, as the Chandramaa were too busy to stop her. "I don't remember sixteen being quite so treacherous." "I was there," Dad reminded her drily. "I'd say it's a family trait." She just laughed, winding her arm through his. It was her first true laugh sine my bloodchange. Duncan, Marcus, and I grinned sloppily at one another. Then Dad kissed her and we looked hastily away, grimacing. "Haven't we suffered enough?" Duncan muttered as we left them, still kissing."