Growing the Family Tree
“Hey, welcome, welcome!” I greeted my half brother and his wife. As Henry and Viviana stepped through the door to our apartment, I took Viv’s light wrap and I hugged them both. Close behind me, my wife, Ivory, also embraced our guests, even pecking a quick kiss on their cheeks. “Woah, Faye,” Henry exclaimed, looking us both over, “I thought Viv was making us overdress just for going over to my little sister’s for dinner, but you two are making me feel like a hobo.” I blushed and preened at the quick, honest compliment. Henry was actually in a nice dress shirt and slacks, and his wife was wearing a lovely multi-layered blue dress that suited her blonde hair beautifully, but my brother wasn’t lying about me and my wife. I was wrapped in a …