“I need to give you some pointers on Asya.” His head snaps up, and two dark brown eyes, the same shade as Asya’s, pin me with a stare full of hatred. “I don’t need you to give me fucking pointers on my sister. I raised her since she was five.” I ignore his hostility. “She still has problems making some decisions. We worked out almost everything, but she may need help from time to time. Try not to give her specific direction, but rather steer her toward it.” He stares at me in silence. “No daisies. Not flowers, and nothing else, either, like curtains or whatnot with pictures of them,” I
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