The Egg Timer Treaty
When Dad married Priya's mom, Priya gained a stepbrother named Colm, and she also gained a bathroom that she had to share with him. The trouble started on the first morning of school. Colm spent twenty minutes fixing his hair while Priya stood in the hallway with her toothbrush, hopping from foot to foot.
"You take forever," she called through the door.
"You're too loud," Colm called back.
By Friday, they were not speaking at all. Their parents wrote up a schedule, but the schedule only gave them something new to argue about.
On Saturday, Priya found an old egg timer shaped like a chicken in the back of a kitchen drawer. She carried it upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door. "Ten minutes each," she said. "When it rings, we switch. You can't argue with the chicken."
Colm opened the door and studied the timer. He almost smiled. "What if I need eleven minutes?"
"Then you get up earlier."
"Fine," he said. "But I get to wind it."
The plan worked better than anyone expected. Some mornings Colm left the chicken on the sink for her, already set. Priya started wiping the counter dry for him. Neither of them said a word about it, but the hallway grew quiet, and the quiet felt like a good beginning.