Balancing a plate of pizza on my knees, I grab a napkin from my aunt Darby as she passes by in a flourish. Dinnertime is a casual affair tonight, and complete chaos, of course. Kids are running through the house playing tag, pizza boxes litter the kitchen island, and the TV is set on a volume only Lolli would appreciate.
“I don’t know. Go ask your uncle Asher,” I hear my cousin Tad say in the other room. It’s a common phrase when I’m in the house.
If I didn’t have such a massive headache right now, I’d be happy to entertain the kids. But the truth is I’m not feeling so hot, and I’m craving peace and quiet. Something I have no chance of getting tonight, by the looks of things.
But mere seconds later, my cousin’s daughter Fable bounds into the room, and all three-and-a-half feet of her is
