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older twin
brothers, were in their early thirties though sometimes that was hard to
believe.
    She popped her head around the door of the living room.
“Lunch is ready, guys.”
    “Hi, Squirt,” they said at the same time.
    They’d called her that for as long as she could remember.
She was tall but her brothers were both over six feet. They had dark hair and
their dad’s big nose.
    “Last one to the table has to wash up.” Wren ran.
    James caught her by the waist as she stepped into the dining
room. Matt lifted her off her feet, they tickled until she yelped and then
shifted her behind them. When they sat down before her, looking smug, she
smiled. She smiled harder at their puzzled expressions.
    “What have you done?” James asked.
    “The other two have to mow the lawn and take the grass
cuttings to the tip,” their mum shouted from the kitchen.
    The twins groaned in unison.
    “You still have to wash up,” Matt said to Wren.
    “Your replacement dishwasher arrived on Thursday, didn’t it,
Mum?” Wren called.
    Matt growled. She dodged the balled-up napkin he threw but
it hit their father just entering the room. He rolled his eyes, sat at the head
of the table and began to carve the meat. As soon as their mother joined them,
James piled his plate.
    “Lovely,” he said.
    Wren’s mouth watered as she helped herself to roast potatoes
and parsnips.
    “Outside of the beef, Wren?” her dad asked.
    “Yes, please.” She liked her meat at a point between
well-done and burnt. Nearer burnt.
    “Survived yesterday, then?” Matt asked. “I’m glad you didn’t
feel the need to run down the aisle singing, ‘It should have been me’.”
    “Matt,” his mother snapped.
    Wren snorted. “All I need to do is think about Leo’s
revolting habit of collecting his bellybutton fluff and I know I had a lucky
escape.”
    Her father stopping carving for a moment and shuddered.
    “What happened to Brendan?” her mum asked.
    Oh no, let me eat first. Wren popped a roast potato
in her mouth and chewed slowly. “Mm mmm.”
    Her mother frowned. “Why wasn’t he at the wedding?”
    Because he’s a lying bastard of an excuse for a man. “Mmm mmm mm mmm.” Wren speared another potato with her fork.
    “Don’t you dare take another mouthful until you’ve told me,”
her mum said.
    Wren lowered her fork. “We’re not together anymore.”
    “Ah,” said her mum. “We understood that much when he didn’t
come with you yesterday. Deidre was at pains to tell me and everyone else you’d
had an argument. By the time it did the complete circuit, he wanted children
and you didn’t so you parted company.”
    Wren groaned.
    “Did you see sense and dump him?” Matt asked.
    She should have seen sense and castrated him. “No, he dumped
me.”
    “Oh, sweetheart,” her mum said.
    “What did he say?” James asked. When the rest of the family
glared at him, he bristled. “What? It’s just research.”
    “Well, I don’t suggest you copy Brendan,” Wren muttered,
figuring she might as well tell part of the truth. “He said he was going out to
buy a bottle of champagne and he never came back. He didn’t answer his phone
and I was starting to worry until I went round to his bedsit and his neighbor
told me he’d moved out.”
    She felt the whole table bristle. Even the meat looked
angry.
    “Forget him,” her mum said. “He wasn’t good enough for you.
You deserve someone better.”
    No, he wasn’t, and yes, she did.
    “And better than Leo,” said her father.
    Wren stared into her lap and swallowed the lump in her throat.
She waited for more questions but no one spoke. When she glanced up, she saw
her mum eyeballing the twins and breathed a silent sigh of relief.
    “Janine Sutton’s son is coming back to live in Leeds,” said
her mum.
    Wren’s turn to be pinned by her mother’s laser-sharp gaze.
    “Good for him.” She tried not to groan.
    Her mum wanted all three of her children married and
producing grandchildren