“ “Was she your favorite?” Edward asks. “What do you mean?” I ask. I finish the sandwich and dust the crumbs off my shirt. Mellie always teased me about how many crumbs I would get on me after eating. The sandwich tasted fine, but to be honest I barely enjoyed it at all. I can’t help but think of it as a last meal. Will it be the last thing I ever eat? “Your favorite child,” he clarifies unnecessarily. I play with the idea. “I don’t think I had favorites.” “That’s what everyone says,” Edward sa...ys with a shrug, “but it’s difficult to be completely neutral.” “True,” I agree. “But I don’t think it was a favoritism thing. I loved them each differently. I think it was just harder to get along with Jason and Richard because they were too much like me.” “They got your traits?” I laugh. “Only the bad ones. Especially Jason. He was like looking into a mirror sometimes, and I knew he’d have a tough way of things. He was determined to learn everything the hard way.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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