Aaron
He was thirteen, big and strong, nothing like his younger brother who was wiry and fast but not bulky.
“I’m fine,” Aaron replied, his fisted hands refusing to relax.
Genty’s eyes dropped from his eyes to his hands and then back to his face again before she said, “If you say so, little brother.” She cleared her throat and went back to tending to the potatoes as she asked, “Are you going with us tomorrow to deliver these? Onora has promised to be there. I can’t wait to see how large her belly has grown.”
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