“Nice of you to finally show your ugly face,” he said. I grinned. “Not as ugly as yours. Is that a new mole?” He looked me over, unperturbed. “Your eyes are set too close together. That’s what it is.” “I think the mole is growing hair,” I told him. Other families might show their affection for each other the normal way, open and easy, but in the Trocci household, our love language was antagonism. This exchange was my and Alec’s fucked-up way of saying we’d missed each other.
Jojo and I to a tea ☕️
