I sighed. "Well, technically I'm not Kin, so I don't see a problem here."
"About that-" Uncle grimaced. "Remember mom always used to wear long pajamas even during the day?"
Yeah, I saw where this was going.
Unfortunately, I didn't remember. "Uh-huh." I still nodded anyway. My earlier memories of my grandmother were kind of weird- like she knocking the lights out of her children and her husband, sometimes even me- but I subconsciously thought they were dreams: moreover, I hoped they were dreams too. And in the recent memories, I didn't remember grandmother wearing pajamas of all things.
Uncle sighed. "You can stop pretending to be asleep now. This is important, so you should listen too."
Marg turned this way, frowning a little.
'Cute.'
"She, isn't half- right?" I spoke the words very carefully. Lately, with all the trouble I'd actually forgotten about my little trip to the bottom of this island.
