“We know, Blake.” Irma wrapped an arm around her younger brother, hugging him.

“We’ve always looked out for you, haven’t we?” Justin stated encouragingly.

“And we’ll always be around when you need us,” Tina added.

“Just because the old man didn’t want you, doesn’t mean we don’t.” Irma continued, talking around the fork clenched between her teeth. “We love you,Little Brother.”

Blake sighed, consigned to the fact that his siblings didn’t care if anyone overheard their conversation. He was a little embarrassed and glanced around to make sure nobody was close enough to hear them. “Eesh, please stop it
with the little tag. I outgrew that years ago!”