Chapter 6

One of the questions I loathed, and that
adults always asked, was whether I had
any brothers or sisters. When you’re a
kid, you can’t wave your hand, say, “It’s
complicated,” and move on. And unless
you’re a particularly capable sociopath,
dishonesty can only take you so far. So,
for a time, I dutifully answered, walking
people through the tangled web of
familial relationships that I’d grown
accustomed to. I had a biological half