"Illegal means against the law," I said.
"See? That wasn't complicated at all, and didn't take over three seconds, and it was - " Tara paused to count on her fingers.
"One, two, three, four... FIVE! Her sentence was only five words long!" Tara shouted at Alexis.
Alexis shifted around nervously before saying,"So... what do you mean by we weren't doing anything illegal?"
"Well, you were on your porch - on your property - and watching someone walk by isn't something you'd get thrown in jail for, the police would more than likely have bigger fish to fry," I said.
"But we weren't watching them! Watching them is like, your sitting on your porch, they walk by, and your like,'Hey! How're you today! We got tea! You want some?!' We were spying!" Alexis said in a exagerated way.
She should take drama... I thought before saying,"You know, they were out on a public road. I could understand what you're saying if they were in a house, but they were walking out where anybody could see them. I mean, you don't see CIA or FBI agents walking down the street discussing top secret files."
We all sat in silence for a while.
"What's FBI?" Alexis asked.
Me and Tara were both shocked Alexis didn't know, until she said,"I was kidding! I'm not that dumb!"
Then we all giggled a bit before Mrs. Stanton came out of the house.
"Come on Alexis and Tara, we've gotta go!" Mrs. Stanton said.
"What!? Aw, Come on Mom! We haven't seen Nora all week!" Alexis protested.
"We'll see her again, it's not like she's moving to another town! She ain't going nowhere!" Mrs. Stanton said.
"I guess I'd better go..." I said as I stood up.
"Bye!" they yelled as I ran home.
By the time I walked through the door, the Stantons had started their car.
When I turned around to watch them leave, Alexis and Tara were waving to me. I waved back until the car was out of sight.
I walked through the door, into the living room.
"Nora! Mom has 'Reese's Cups'!" Ron said excitedly.
"Yay!!!" I exclaimed.
Ron and I took our Reeses and "sipped" them like tea.
"Oh, I heard Miss Periwinkle paid $2,000 for her new purse!" Ron said in a way that mocked those women who gossiped.
I smiled and said,"I heard Mr. White tried to steal it! Silly man, he needs to buy a purse for his wife!"
Days were like this at home. Blake would be playing racing games on the computer. Mom would be in the kitchen cooking or reading. Dad would watch videos of putting together car engines or playing guitar. Ron was usually cutting paper and making things. I was usually daydreaming.
But there were times Ron and I would make jokes with each other.