"For f***k's sake," I said. "Either rock, paper, scissors for it, or I'll sit at the damn head of the table."
My uncles narrowed their eyes at me before looking at each other, neither wanting to give.
"Oh, Christ, Anders," Aunt Clara butted in. "Just sit with us. We're guests here. It doesn't mean anything. We'll do Christmas in Denmark, and then you can sit at the head all you want."
"Fine," Anders finally agreed. "But Will always gets the other end. That way, I never have to share with you more than necessary."
Wow. Petty.
"Okay, so back to what you were saying," Clara said to Trina.
"Ya know, it's crazy how much you look like Otti," she replied.
I turned to Kieran.
"Where is my bully?" I asked him.
"I don't know," he replied.
"What?" I asked, furrowing my brow. "How do you not
