After a slight eye roll and a sigh, the brunette turned her gaze to me. “I’ll just go ahead and assume that that’s actually not something you’re called, and I’ll also go ahead and make formal introductions. I’m Annalise Kendall, though you can call me Annie, or just Ann, and I’m twenty-eight years old. The girl at your stove is my sister Jen, and she’s eighteen, going on seven.”
“‘A very sharp seven,’ though, right, Annie? Remember when you even admitted that?”
Ignoring Jen, Annie extended a hand to me. “It’s nice to meet you.”
I took her hand and shook it. “Thank you. You, too. I’m Avery Clark.”
Still clutching her yolky fork, Jen hustled over from the stove. “I think it’s nice to meet you, too, Avery, and just keep on remembering that I’m your new best friend, not Annie, okay?”
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