Years ago, Andrew, the third of the middle brothers, had taken to declaring, “More is Moore, less is Not Moore!” and while it wasn’t the wittiest thing anyone had ever heard, the truth of it was undeniable. Growing up, there were eight Moore siblings, plus Mom and Dad, which made the family ten. But as of this particular Christmas, there were now twenty-three—six spouses, seven small offspring—with Megan pregnant with twins and ready to pop any minute and bring on numbers twenty-four and twenty-five. She had taken her husband’s name, so there would not literally be two more Moores, but there definitely would be two more small people, who had been named “Twenty-Four and Twenty-Five” by the exuberant multitudes which regularly gathered at Rose’s house. Megan informed them all that she did not want her unborn children to be treated like a football score, but led by the sardonic Andrew, everyone ignored her wishes and chanted “Twenty-four, twenty-five” every time her swelling belly entered the kitchen or the dining room or the family room or any room where two or more of them had gathered.
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