I didn't hear the car right away.
The tent was kind of a mess. The poles were crooked, and the string of little fairy lights was all tangled up in them.
Josh was inside, like a very serious explorer, and he was whispering about dragons and secret passwords.
I was outside, crouched down, holding two paper cups of juice. I was trying really hard not to laugh because he kept shushing me dramatically.
"No loud voices," he warned me. "They'll hear us."
"Who?" I whispered back.
"The grown-ups."
I raised one eyebrow at him. "I am a grown-up."
He looked at me, and he didn't look impressed at all. "You don't count."
I had to admit, he had a point.
I crawled into the tent, and I bumped my head when I went in. Josh giggled, but then he quickly put his hand over his mouth like laughing was against the rules in here.
We sat cross-legged, which is when your legs are crossed. We shared the juice, passing the cups back and forth.
