We're all crowded around baggage claim at LaGuardia, wishing for the floor to open up and swallow us whole. Or maybe that's just me. Tabby comes to me next, squeezing me tight before she pulls back to look me up and down. "I'm so happy for you," she enthuses. "Finally found the one!" "Guess there's hope for all of us," says little sister Stephanie, continuing the grand family tradition of the back-handed compliment. My brothers all hug me, then slap Dean on the back in quick succession. He looks slightly off-balance by the end of it, which affords me a little private smile. Dean's an only child, and over the years he and his parents have grown distant. He never seemed to adjust to the dynamics of a big, loud family when he spent holidays with us, and I can't believe he took the news of their visit so well. It almost seemed like he was prepared for it, which doesn't make any sense. Why would my parents have told him about it before me? "I heard there's this amazing undiscovered seafood place uptown," my middle brother Scott says.
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