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After harrumphing off with the excuse of needing the bathroom, and staying there until fed up with hiding, I went back downstairs.
Only Ethan remained in the kitchen. He stood at the cooker, frying vast amounts of bacon in one pan, multiple eggs in another, but he didn’t turn. “He’s in the garden, tantrum girl.”
“Tantrum girl?”
“That’s some temper in you, Jem. Even if nobody else can see it, I know it’s there, bubbling away under the surface.”
“You know, it’s funny, Ethan, but I never had a temper before Sean entered my head, and I’ve never gotten as annoyed before as I get at him. Has it never occurred to you that maybe your brother brings out the worst in people?”
“Or the best,” he said. “Depending on which way you look at it.”
“You’re as bad as he is.”
“Actually, I’m much wor
