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“Which one?” Mary asked. “You have seventeen.”
The morning sun slanted across the cluttered living room of 2311 Maple Street. Boxes labeled “Fragile—Science,” “Mom’s China,” and “Meemaw’s Contraband” formed a labyrinth. Sheldon Cooper, armed with a color-coded moving schedule, stood before his family.
Missy shrugged. “It’s called being a twin. You do the thinking. I do the threatening.”
Before Sheldon could propose a logical exchange involving future royalties and a sternly worded letter, Missy stepped forward. She didn’t yell. She just picked up a rusted crowbar, tapped it twice against a car fender, and smiled.