Hanging Around
Wendi was hanging around the Brownstone today, not doing particularly much.  It had--bar what had gone on with Nic and the Thanagarian invasion--been a pretty good summer so far.   She wasn't eager for it to end, though.  Even with only one more year of high school left, she would need all of that time to work up the nerve to tell her parents that she had absolutely no interest in taking over or working in Quickstart or Tyler.    She had four other siblings.  They could pick up that slack.

She slipped a pad of paper and a pencil out of the bag she'd brought with her, and sat on one of the couches and began to sketch.