“Oh, you know, like a family but not.” The cryptic answer made her lips curve upward. “Six kids, all adopted, all different, but we managed to get along. Most of the time, anyway.” A shrug. Half her family was separated in some way, so it wasn’t particularly a topic she wanted to talk too long about. Besides, Caitie didn’t seem to really care much anyway, with the way her focus went back to her task.
Maddie nodded. “Same day I got here. Says a lot for how good you blend in, because I don’t remember seeing you that day. ‘Course, I mighta been arguing with my brother, but it’s hard to say.”
“A rebel without a cause,” she added, smirking. “Big brother used to call me that. All the folks around here would probably tell me I belong to the cowgirl stereotype, just ‘cause of where I’m from.” She pointed to herself. “This girl don’t mingle with no cows.”
“I dunno. French guy’s sister’s not so bad,” she spoke up in semi-defense of George. “Totally wouldn’t have asked her to join me for this, though. She finds out, she’ll probably be pissed we did it.” She grinned. “Good thing she won’t find out.”
Maddie finished tossing the last container of paint — a bright yellow — on the bedsheets, tossed the empty container down and walked over to pick her mask up off the floor. “Nah,” she answered, turning back to Caitie. “I’ll save my thieving for someone who actually has things I want. We should probably head out soon, before those security cameras get switched back on.” She carefully avoided mentioning her other accomplice