He made a show of looking away, turning his gaze toward the market around us which lasted about forty-five seconds before I caught him looking back again from the corner of his eye. I nearly laughed, he just wouldn't get used to 'not looking at me'.
I told Kara about it later. Not intentionally, exactly, but Kara had a way of extracting information without technically asking for it, and before I fully understood what had happened I was already mid-sentence describing the food and the way he'd watched me eat it.
Kara listened with her arms folded and a particular expression on her face that I recognized and did not appreciate.
"What?" I said.
"Nothing."
"Kara."
"I'm just thinking," she said, "that the whole sibling arrangement you've described isn't really reading as siblings from the
