“Boys!” I said with a slightly raised voice, and they immediately stopped, turning to look up at me with big, innocent gray eyes.
“He started it,” said Arnie, and the pout he gave me was truly pitiful. Too bad.
“I don’t care who started it,” I replied firmly. “You know better, and now we have a…guest.” I wasn’t ready to say any more on the subject now. But naturally, that didn’t stop the twins.
Two sets of curious eyes zeroed in on Frank, who took their stares in stride. “You look like Poppa,” said Arnie, who elbowed his twin and got an answering nod.
They started in on the questions. “Are you staying? Where’d you come from? Why haven’t you been here before? Does this make you our uncle? Can you shift, too?”