ALPHA ANDREW
I smiled, watching Piper and Rory get down from my thighs. They wore similar white tops and black skirts and shorts, paired with black sandals on their feet.
"You can let the kids play. They're like my kids," I responded to my sister's remarks as she approached my desk and set the basket of fruits on it.
The basket was filled with grapefruits, oranges, and apples.
"Good afternoon, brother. I know. But they can be playful sometimes too and spoil some things on your desk," Judith said with a smile, standing behind my desk while Piper went to pick up an apple.
"Uncle Andrew, should I wash this fruit for you? It's sweet?" she asked, holding the apple in her hands.
"Sure. Go and wash it. The basin is over there," I gestured, but my sister grasped Piper's hand back and said, "
