Helene looked at her granddaughter as they worked together kneading bread, smiling a little, "You know, Marcella...some of Moira's adopted brothers are..."
Without looking up, Olivia sighed, an exasperated tone in her voice, "No."
Her grandmother looked annoyed, narrowing her eyes, "You didn't let me finish!"
"Gee, I wonder why. Maybe because I know
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