Family Ties
Although, no one else seemed the slightest bit put off by those nuances, and clearly, I'd spent far too much time evaluating them.
After eating dinner, the five of us sat around the kitchen table while the four of them talked. My dead weight in the circle was awkward, so I opted to clean the dishes and put away the leftovers while they chatted.
"Bart, are you a coffee drinker?" Hensley had an array of flavors, brewing methods, and creamers that rivaled Starbucks.
"Yes, ma'am." He glanced at Portia, put his arm around the back of her seat, and crossed his ankle over his knee. Bart was perfectly at ease with our family, and I wanted to hate him for it.
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