Today was different. Oliver’s parents are kinder, and they actually talk to me politely. I was surprised when all three of my brothers emerged from a guest room.
We bickered like kids, and Oliver’s parents actually laughed at us. I thought they would berate me for being childish or something. They teased me senseless for not being able to cook before, I had to show them how delicious my dishes are. They’re all impressed, including the parents.
“Right. Do you remember going downstairs last night? You were so quiet we didn’t hear you approach.” Allen brought it up.
“Was I wearing slippers? I think I was barefoot.” I replied. They all showed an expression of “ah, that makes sense”.
When I felt how Oliver jumped from my embrace, I was jolted awake. I didn’t let it show, though. Was I reall
