Karen and Paul turned out to be not much older than Brandon, certainly less than a decade. Karen greatly resembled Selene, to the extent that he could imagine what his girlfriend would look like in the future. Pretty. Same petite stature, same kind expression. Paul, tall and rather thickset in board shorts and a tee-shirt, ran his hand through salt-and-pepper hair and nailed Brandon with a stern but unreadable glare. I can relate to these two. Like me, they were forced to step into parenthood when scarcely more than children. They seem happy and well adjusted.
I wonder what they'll think about the girl they raised all grown up and bringing someone like me into their home. I hope they're not prejudiced.
“Auntie Karen, Uncle Paul, this is Brandon, my boyfriend,” Selene said. Her smile shon
