Another instance of unplanned foreshadowing:
“-It’s a little bit like the edgy emo cousin,” Shannon quips, lifting his hands like he’s weighing the options, “But on the bright side, those are rarely boring.”
“Everything’s about weird relatives with you,” I laugh lightly, “You must have a colorful family.”
“That’s a way of putting it…” he says, raising his eyebrows with a shake of his head, “Muslims and Catholics so…you know - a lot of color involved there.”
“Colorful language perhaps?” I probe.
“It would make your ears burn,” he says in a confidential tone, “and all my siblings and cousins grew up in that insanity so we’re a little bit…”
“Looney?”
“That’s a nice little understatement,” he smirks, “I'm the only one of my siblings to even go to college. My sisters are all unhinged - free-spirits who couldn’t be ‘tied down’ to normal careers and Islamic standards. They had to go be indie musicians, influencers, and artists…”
“Hello, beautiful and completely ‘hinged’ artist right here,” I say playfully, cupping my hands under my chin for emphasis.
“But that’s the thing - not one of them is talented or beautiful,” he laughs.
“You just think that because they’re your sisters,” I argue.
“That’s probably true enough. Brothers are allergic to complimenting their sisters.”
