Angie's house is only a half-mile away. When they get there, her mother is pulling into the driveway with the eight-year-old boys in tow, who pop out of the car and peer at "John" like a pair of owls.
"Hi, guys," Angie calls. "This is John. John, this is my mom, Mrs. Webber, and my brothers Isaac, and Joshua." She points; the boys are fraternal and easily distinguished.
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Date: 2013-05-25 02:23 am (UTC)"Hi, guys," Angie calls. "This is John. John, this is my mom, Mrs. Webber, and my brothers Isaac, and Joshua." She points; the boys are fraternal and easily distinguished.