Ali gulped, Most of the food she had was old stew that was picked of the good things or fruits the younger children brought her. " Im eighteen. " Ali mumbled fiddling with the spoon as she chose the stew. Placing the note book on the table she moved the hair out of her face again, giving everyone a better look at her. It is Rude to have you hair in your face while eating, she always told the children that and she was supposed to be a model for them right. She smiled a half real smile for being given a meal that smelled great. So the oldest is twenty-two and the youngest is sixteen. So the reasonable boys she could take a smile from where both seventeen great.