“I must admit” Gramma continued “I was confused when you started bringing Jeremy around, but I’m so thrilled.”
“Gramma, it’s not what you think.” I was trying to cover for us. “Emmy was so heartbroken and we just fell asleep as I was comforting her.”
“Actually, that’s exactly what I thought. I know you and Emily better than that! Grappa and I shared a bed before marriage. I had just hoped you’d turn out like us and it appears you will.”
Emmy’s phone was blowing up that morning and I could see frustration in her eyes. She most must have seen the confusion on my face as she mouthed “Joey” to me.
Gramma went to run errands and we stayed at the house. As we went upstairs I pressed about the messages but Emmy said she’d deal with it later.
We sat on my bed and she grabbed my laptop.
“Who is that pornstar you said looks like me?”
“Rilee Marks. Also to an extent Dillion Harper.”
She began typing. I spelled the name out.
“Holy shit. We could be related. She really does look like me, at least from the waist up.”