I walked across the slim space from the beam and wall. My younger sister Brittany was still crouching up near the wall, near the door of our house.
“Selma!” she hissed, afraid of a human hearing her. “Come back right now! That human could see you!”
I tossed my long blond braid over my shoulder.
“Nonsense, they don’t pay attention to anything,” I told her. “Watch.”
I went to the very edge of the beam, where a eleven foot drop was before me. A spinning fan blade hissed passed, and I smiled. Waving to Brittany, I jumped on the blade.