Grandma Josie and Grandpa Greg had moved down to Florida, and I’d been down to see them over the Easter vacation, since it was too hot in the summer and they weren’t spring chickens anymore. I didn’t know what chickens had to do with it, but it was one of Grandma’s favorite sayings.
Uncle Tony…I sighed. He’d changed after Mom died, and we didn’t see him much. I knew that bothered Dad, since they’d been best friends. I did get to see my cousins, and that was fun and a change. There were all girls on that side of the family, in contrast to all the boy cousins on Dad’s side.
Dad ran a hand over my hair. “You’ve got your Mom’s coloring, you know.”
I knew. Mathesons not only ran to boys but to blue-eyed blonds. I was the only one in the family with brown hair and eyes, and there were days when I was glad to have something that made me stand out from all my cousins, but there were also days when I was sorry I didn’t look like the rest of the family.
“Tell me about that day.”