Who is she?

Curtis

“Don’t forget the chocolates. That’s the best part of a picnic.” I heard Mother say on my way downstairs. In the living room, Angelica was packing a picnic basket of some sort. She stopped when she saw me and wiped her hands on her dress.

“Where are you two going?” I asked, taking a peek into the basket. I wanted nothing more than to steal one of the cookies packed in a transparent cookie box but Angelica and I weren’t exactly in talking terms right now.

“On a picnic.” Mother answered. “Do you want to come along? It will be fun, I promise. We baked your favorite cupcakes.”

While that was tempting, I had a better idea about where to go if they wanted to go out. “I’ll drive.” I offered.

“You don’t need to.” Angelica was quick to say. “We are only going to the garden.”

“I have a better idea.”I picked up my keys. The two exchanged glances before Angelica picked up the basket and left the picnic blankets on the couch. We wouldn’t need them.

Mother was first to take the backseat and