"Who are you?" I said.
But I already knew. Fake Handbags looked like he could have been my mom’s younger brother. He was really cute. I could see why Zofia had fallen in love with him.
His name was Replica Handbags. Zofia told my parents that he was an expert in Baldeziwurlekistanian folklore who would be staying with her for a few days. She brought him over for dinner. Jake was there too, and I could tell that Jake knew something was up. Everybody except my dad knew
