“Look at my cousin," Paul Bailey-Green said as he stepped back from the hug that he'd cocooned Reesa in. “I heard you went overseas. What'd you bring me?"
“To paraphrase Janie Mae Crawford: Myself."
“Little cheap if you ask me."
Reesa's Aunt Ivy put her hands on her hips, and the stance, along with her overall appearance, made her niece do a double take. Apart from the signs of Hazel's illness, their ties as identical twins were irrefutable.
“Child, stop playing and wash these dishes," Ivy ordered.
Paul groaned. “I'm twenty-two, Mama."
“And forever my son."
“Why am I cleaning up? I didn't even get any."
“Your fault for being late," Ivy said. “Get to work."
He made a show of dragging his feet to the kitchen sink, but the wink he sent his mother betrayed a lack of actual reluctance.
