Epilogue — Infinity“God, Mom, cut it out!” laughed Cynthia, her grin a rictus of exasperation. “Go already. I’m sixteen, not six. And it’s not like I’m going to blow the house up, like Eddie might have, or invite all my jerkwad friends, like Al!”
Sighing, Jen looked up at her daughter, who seeemed to have shot up another two inches since the beginning of the school year. (Babies…) “We wouldn’t have left them alone at all,” she said, and smoothed her daughter’s hair back off of her face.
When Cynthia shook the hair defiantly back into her face, Jack laughed, the traitorous bastard, and said, “In any case, we know our girl. You just want to dive into your Christmas books.”
Cynthia shot him a smirk — funny how Jen always got the vexation while Jack always got the grin — and hugged them bot
