“He’s your cousin.” Karen’s mother made the word sound positively scandalous.
“It’s not as if he’s my first cousin or something,” Karen countered tiredly. She’d already had this conversation with a sister, two cousins, and her mother’s aunt Betty. “To find a common ancestor — and only one of them, I might add – you have to go back up two family splits to a great-grandmother who married three times. Gerry down the street is more related to me than that.”
“But…” Her mother made a distressed noise. “You’re not supposed to… supposed to…”
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