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“Constantly. It’s sort of my thing.”

She stops and looks over at me, cocking her head. “You’re weird,” she finally says. “You’re lucky I like weird.” She hands me a fork and points to a drawer near the sink.

“Very lucky.”

“I’ve never had a brother before,” she says.

“You have two of them.”

“How’s Bear?”

“In general or right at this specific moment?”

She makes a face. “What’s he like?”

I think hard on this. “Like a verbal hurricane,” I finally say. “But in the best way possible.”

“I don’t think hurricanes are considered good things, much less verbal ones.”

“This one is. I don’t know how else to describe him. He’s the greatest thing in the world.”

“That’s quite a lofty proclamation.”

“And it’s not made lightly,” I tell her. “What grade are you in?”

“Sixth.”

“You speak very well for a sixth grader.”

“That didn’t sound condescending at all.”

I roll my eyes. “I was giving you a compliment.”

She shrugs it off. “I like to read,” she mutters. She pops a bubble in the soap.

“What do you like to read?”

“Books,” she deadpans.

“It was just a question.”

“From a strange man who happens to be my brother, who until fifteen minutes ago I hadn’t ever met before.”

“My favorite is Brave New World.”

She laughs. “How pretentious. You don’t have to try and impress me.”

“I’m not.” She’s got a bit of a chip on her shoulder. Reminds me of me at her age. Unfortunately.

“Wuthering Heights,” she says. “That’s mine.”

I snort. “Talk about pretentious.”

“It’s romantic!”

“It’s not romantic. It’s about two fucked-up people who love each other so much they want to destroy one another.”

“Romantic,” she sighs. “And it sounds like you’re just projecting.”


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