Semi-drabble

July 3, 2007

“He’s my brother,” she says, and I struggle to keep my eyes from lighting up. Ninety per cent of my brain is untangling the assumptions I’d already made, and most of the remainder is marvelling that I’ve elicited that information without making a complete arse of myself. The game begins.

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