After Merlin had gotten some food in her and Kirk had reassured her that she could stay, he managed to pry Sassy’s phone number out of her.
He took his phone into the home gym while Gina kept feeding Merlin—toast, blueberry mini muffins, hot chocolate. As he left, he stole one last look at the girl, picking out familiar features: Sassy’s nose, which she used to compare to a ski jump, her long neck, which she used to call a gooseneck, and her equally long legs. She hadn’t complained about those.
It was surreal that for fifteen-ish years, he’d had a niece and not even known it. Yet another Williams family dysfunction.
His memories of Sassy were fuzzy, since she was ten years older than him and had left when she was seventeen. He remembered lots of flying red hair and screaming matches and
