"Robinson Crusoe," Hunter answered, pushing the book in Fawn's direction, so that she could see the cover. He'd read it before, but it was a perfect story for the summer time. Hunter slowly inched himself closer to his sister, leaning his cheek against the thin cotton that covered her thigh.
"Can you imagine being deserted on an island for decades, Fawn? No school, no parents, no one telling us what to do?"