“Have you seen enough now?” Frederica asked, peeking around a parked hovercar as Angela and Genesis headed inside.
“Oh, I suppose,” Josephine replied. “Hey, let’s go find a computer and look up winning lottery numbers from the past thirty years.”
She stood and reached for her levitation charm again.
“Leaving so soon?”
Frederica’s heart leapt into her throat. She spun to find a young blond man hovering over her, arms crossed. He was in his mid-twenties, tall and skinny, with vaguely familiar facial features. He smiled at the sisters as he touched down on the concrete.
“Who the hell are you supposed to be?” Josephine asked.
The man raised an eyebrow.
“That’s not a very nice thing to say to your eldest son,” he said. “And here I thought I was your favorite.”
Josephine’s jaw dropped and she leaned against a hovercar for support.
“That… that isn’t possible,” she stammered. “I don’t even like kids. This doesn’t make any sense.”
“Well, you just never know when that maternal instinct will kick in,” the man said. “The first time was pretty rough but once you got started, you just couldn’t stop yourself.”
Josephine swallowed hard and said, “How many?”
“Three sons,” he replied. “And five daughters.”
He glanced back over his shoulder and seven figures floated up over the side of the building. They hovered behind the eldest, all similar in appearance, the family resemblance unmistakable. Josephine stared up at them for a long moment, eyes wide, and then she groaned.
“Oh my god!” she cried. “I hate you so much!”
She snapped her fingers. The seven newcomers disappeared and a shimmering glow rippled over the eldest son’s body. He changed shape, becoming a little shorter, a little broader, and soon a middle-aged Frederica appeared in his place. She smirked.
“I really had you going for a while there,” she said.
“You’re such a dick,” Josephine said. “Nearly gave me a goddamn heart attack.”