Fifteen
“What are you doing here?” Phelps asked.
I watched in horror as he tried—unsuccessfully—to lift the obscenely pregnant Rhonda into a twirl. Though he couldn’t get her off the ground, he threw his arms around her and returned the hug she gave him.
“You got fat,” he teased.
She swatted at his shoulder. “Pay no attention to him,” Rhonda advised me. “He’s been incorrigible since we were children.”
I must have looked as confused as I felt, because Phel—Elliot explained. “We’re cousins.”
Cousins? Well that explained the big bear hug. But that didn’t mean she was welcome in my bedroom.
“Rick called me as soon as he dropped you off,” Rhonda explained. “Said he thought he recognized Elliot from the family reunion a couple years back. And when I found out he was with you, Lydia, I rus
