“So, big brother, you and Silla, does mom know?” This is exactly what I had brought her in here for, but for some reason couldn’t quite find the words now that I had her alone, which is new for me, so I was grateful and relieved that she brought it up first.
“Yes and no.”
“Always, Mr. Cryptic. I guess you mean that yes, you two are a thing, and no, mom doesn’t know.”
It’s hard not to smile at my baby sister when she’s being her precocious self, and I reached out and rubbed her head the way I’ve done ever since she was a child, and she swatted my hand away playfully as usual. “Actually, that’s why I called you in here, to tell you that Silla and I are an item, but….”
“Oh no, that poor girl, Gabriel, when are you going to grow up and stop treating women like Kleenex? I want nieces and nephews; dammit, what’s wrong with this one now? Go on, tell me. You’re not going to find anyone sweeter and more innocent back home. Is that the problem? Is she too clean for you or something?”