PROLOGUE
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“COME ON, MAN, THIS is so not right!” Josh exploded.
He threw his fork back onto the plate and made his aunt, Marjorie, frown. She loved that set of dishes and feared that the young man’s frustrations would sooner or later put a c***k in them.
“You’re complaining, huh?” Maggie waved her fork at him in mockery and rolled her eyes. “You’re still fairly young compared to some of us, and you have enough time ahead of you, so you shouldn’t be the one complaining,” she replied angrily.
“He has the right to complain, Maggie, as well as anyone of us,” Becka replied in support of her cousin. “So what if we are younger? We’re all in the same boat,” she punched the table with her little fist. “Auntie, can’t we do something about this?”
“I know you want to, pumpkin, but there’s
