"See, Vonnie," Uncle Richard agreed.
I covered up the eye roll and let my uncle jerk me closer to his home.
My aunt and uncle lived in a ranch-style that closely resembled the one across the street. They built all the homes on this road in the seventies and they looked similar to one another. By that time, builders gave up on making the houses look like they belonged on the ocean or a Better Homes and Gardens magazine and decided on fast over aesthetic.
Their house was cute, but something about a Cape Cod said East Coast that the ranches couldn't pull off.
"We really don't have time to stay for dinner, Uncle Richard," I said as he yanked me forward and Broadrick patted my shoulder in defeat.
How come he was so bossy and mouthy to me but bent over backward for my family?
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