"So why are you still calling me 'Mr. Baird' with every other breath?"
She looked up at him. "What do you mean? Do you want me to call you 'brother'?"
Joseph's face darkened. "No."
Feeling a rebellious streak, Vivica immediately started testing the waters. "Brother? Big brother? Bro?"
"Vivica, shut up."
"You're supposed to call me 'sister'."
"Vivica!"
"Sister."
"Get out."
They bickered like children, and Roderic, standing off to the side, couldn't help but chuckle.
...
The person most thrilled by the news that his favorite uncle was being admitted to the hospital was, of course, Chaim. Melanie had already mostly recovered and could have been discharged days ago, but she and Sheridan were so reluctant to leave their grandson's side that they had practically made the hospital their second home.
When Joseph was settled in his own bed in the room, the two elders brought Chaim over for a visit. The scene felt less like a hospital visit and more like a joyful family reunion during the holidays.
Still, Melanie couldn't shake a lingering worry. "Ever since what happened to Lennon, our family has had such a string of bad luck," she muttered. "Maybe we should go pray or something."
Joseph, who was propped up against his pillows helping Chaim assemble a model fighter jet, didn't mince words. "The source of all the bad luck is right here in our house. Praying to any god won't help."
Melanie was taken aback. "What are you talking about?"
Joseph shot a pointed glance at Vivica, who was just walking out of the bathroom. The implication was clear.
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