"You're just mad she can manipulate you just as bad as me," he said, sticking out his tongue at the little girl. Sophie stuck out her tongue at him in return, then waved her arms in the air, ready to get her stories. "Three more years or until the vortex plops an older version of her. Almost makes me wonder if she's the only one we had."
Tony followed closely behind her upstairs, "You can read one and I can read the other or you can read both. Up to her, I guess. Seems like she knows what she wants today."