“…and if you’re just getting up out of bed, well then good morning, New Harmony. Peace and love, peace and love, and all that jazz, am I right? Hey, here’s…” Riley looked up from the table at her brother, Anthony, on the other side of the nook. His view of her was blocked, so he didn’t see her hand on her stomach. “You want juice, sis?” Dawn filtered in around the window blinds. “Already had, little brother.” Anthony was Riley’s younger brother, but he was not little. He was one hundred and seventy eight centimeters tall, as was she. They were both adopted, taken in by their father and raised as brother and sister. They bore no blood relation to their dad or to one another. Riley had been nearly four when Dad brought Anthony home, and she’d watched him grow from a gangly, elfin-faced little boy into a tall, handsome young man. Calling him little brother was a nod to their childhoods and a term of endearment.
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