Tara's POV"Tara, honey, can you help me set the table?" Mom called from the kitchen, her voice unusually cheerful. "We're having guests for dinner tonight."I groaned internally. The last thing I wanted was to make small talk with some random family friend. "Do I have to be there?" I called back, hoping against hope that I could just hide in my room with a bowl of cereal."Yes, you have to be there," Dad's voice boomed from the living room. "The family is old friends. The least you can do is be polite."I trudged downstairs and started setting out the good China, the stuff we only used for “special occasions” that seemed to happen about twice a year. Mom was bustling around the kitchen, preparing what looked like enough food to feed an army. "They should be here any minute," she said, checking her watch. "Oh, I'm so excited to see the boys, I’m sure they’d have grown up so much since we last saw them."Boys? Plural? The doorbell rang just as I was placing the last fork, and I hear
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