“I told you that I knew you’d make us proud,” he said. “You’ve always been the best of us.” “You never said that,” she said, shaking her head and allowing a smile to escape her. “Didn’t I? Well, I meant to.” He was smiling wide. She was too. They stood like that for a long moment and she had the sense that they were both aware of some secret. The thought she had pushed aside since she was a young girl rose up one last time—that hope or intuition that he was, in his own way, in the only way he could, courting her by being kind to her brother. Then she blinked and the moment was lost. Not
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