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Wine … I can have a sip and not kill my baby, right?” Jessica came in the kitchen with Grant on her hip and exhaustion on her face.
“Shift change.” Anne took Grant from her. “Besides, you can handle the inappropriate talk better than I can.”
Jess kissed me on the top of my head. “Pour me an ounce of wine, Sis, and I’ll give you my first born.”
I laughed, pouring her an ounce, maybe two. “Don’t let OCD Jones catch you.”
Jessica sat down next to me and rolled her eyes, bringing the glass to her lips.
My mom’s and Lara’s eyes grew wide, their smiles pulled tight into grimaces.
“No. Way.”
Jessica closed her eyes and grumbled as I turned. Luke stood behind her with the intercepted wine glass in his hand.
“Dammit, Jones! You’re so controlling.”
I giggled, missing their angry banter that always turned into Luke saying something that rendered Jess speechless. That day was no exception.
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Jewel E. Ann (One)