"We have a spell to take care of that," Sean assured her."When should we leave then?" Mother Margie asked again."Tomorrow is as good a day as any," Da... told us. "We can do all that we need to do in a short time and be back here in time for dinner." So it was agreed.The morning of Thursday, the 16 of September, we were all up at our usual time and dressed in our good clothes. After a quiet breakfast, we all gathered in the large parlor. Annie, Sara, Sean, and I surrounded our parents and joined. See foryourself, sis!" Shit," gulped Ryan, staring at himself next to his sister in thephone's reflection in selfie mode. "This is fucked up?"His mother had seemingly nailed the details, and once his extended hairwas flat ironed like hers was today, the resemblance was undeniable. Ifhis straight hair hadn't been parted on the left and hers on the right,they could have possibly even tried tricking their mother, even thoughshe knew every little intricate thing about each of them. As much as. "I think ... no, I know I love you, Ann."I'll never forget the look on her face as she lifted her head, eyes blazing, lips open, inviting, promising so much, a new life, maybe? A whole love, for sure, and that was more than enough."I love..." I repeated just as Ann started to say the same. However, our lips met before we could finish but those were only words anyway, what really counted was that our lips touched, tongues danced, hands held and felt each other after she had got up too and slid. His body was all broad shoulders and lean muscles. His legs were long and strong enough to master the giant horse he was expecting her to ride. ‘You on any meds?’ he asked in that heavy drawl. ‘Huh?’ she’d been too busy ogling him. ‘You on any meds?’ he repeated, tilting the rim of his hat to study her. ‘Just the pill.’ she said matter-of-factly, unsure why that would embarrass her. She was dehydrated, tired, and probably sunburned. She had no business fantasizing about the man she’d be living.