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“Not like a teacher,” Mark said. “She drives a Mustang.”
“How do you know?” I asked.
“I was up watching a movie when she pulled in. At first, I thought it was one of my friends and Dad was going to be pissed they were coming over so late. I was shocked to find out it was one of yours,” Mark said.
“Yeah. Thought you were going to be grounded again for sneaking out,” Christopher teased. “Uncle Colton, didn’t Mom tell you we have a curfew?”
Robert, Lindsay’s twin brother, said, “Uncles don’t have curfews. They are old like Mom and Dad.”
“Actually, Uncle Colton and I are the exact same age. He’s my twin brother,” Rhonda said.
“Twins?” Lindsay squealed. “Just like me and Robert! But how come he doesn’t look as old as you do?” she asked.
Oh little one, that wasn’t smart.
Rhonda grunted and said, “Because he hasn’t had to raise four children who like to talk instead of work. Now set that table or you’re not eating.”
They all stopped asking questions and soon we were seated, with one spot vacant. “Someone joining us?”
“Uncle Logan is coming. He should be here any minute.” Rhonda’s phone dinged and she added, “Guess that’s him now.”
Logan let himself in and joined us in the kitchen. We quickly sized each other up. I could see why Rhonda thought we looked alike: dark hair, dark eyes, the same jawline. I was taller and broader, but the resemblance couldn’t be denied.
He walked over and shook my hand. “It’s good to meet you, Colton.”
“Same here, Logan,” I replied.
“No hugs?” Rhonda asked.
Logan laughed. “I’m sure you hugged him enough for the both of us.”
“She did,” I chuckled.
“Don’t think that just because it’s two against one, you’re going to win. I’m the only girl and that trumps all,” she said as she put plates filled with food in the center of the table.
“I’m a girl too, Mom,” Lindsay said.
Rhonda said, “I mean with my brothers.”
Lindsay tapped a finger on her chin and then with a huge grin she said, “Did you hear that? I will always win with you guys.”
Mark, Christopher, and Robert all sighed.
Phil said, “I don’t think that’s what your mother meant.”
“I hope not or I’m moving out when I’m eighteen. Lindsay is already spoiled,” Mark said.
“No, she’s not. But you have to treat girls differently than boys,” Phil stated.
“Why?” Christopher asked.
“Because your mother said so, and that is good enough for me,” he replied.
Since our mother decided to keep Rhonda and give me away, I’d say that’s a family trait.
I didn’t know if my expression had given away my thoughts, but Logan said, “I think it’s time we change the subject.”
“I think it’s time these children of mine stop talking and start eating,” Rhonda said. “Don’t forget you’re all going to Uncle Bennett and Aunt Zoey’s house today.”
