Dominique dismissed his softball response and set her sights on me. She looked both hungry for my approval and angry with herself for wanting it. I stammered over my first words, amazed that I could still be as frightened of my sister’s temper as I had been as a teenager, before finally cobbling together my cowardly opinion: “I agree with Dad. If he makes you happy, go for it.” “They are both lying,” Alex said to Dominique. “They dislike him as much as I do, they just don’t have the balls to say so.” Neither Dad nor I made any attempt to disagree. Dominique decided the matter was settled,
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