11
Distant Relations
“Are you serious?” Sydney squealed into the phone. “You bought a house?”
“Yes,” I said, wincing a little and wishing that I’d turned down the speaker volume before I called her.
It was late Saturday afternoon, a few hours after the elders had departed. Connor and I had left Lucas to watch TV at the house for a while so we could go and talk to Rachel, tell her about the house and the twins…and Andre Wilcox. We’d brought up those subjects in basically that order, so by the time we got to Andre, my aunt was already looking a little glassy-eyed. “A Wilcox?” she kept repeating. “Your father is a Wilcox?” And I’d had to tell her that yes, we were almost positive, but that we were still trying to see if we could track him down somehow, just to confirm. Since she appeared
