XXVI

DELILAH

Two couples walk to us gracefully. They are smiling, unlike Nathaniel's grandfather who did not smile even for a second.

"Del, this is Katrina, my younger sister," he tells me, stretching his palm to his sister who is longer. She has ocean-blue eyes and her smile widens the moment she looks at me.

"Hi," she offers me a hand which I accept lovingly, shaking it. I then look at her man who nods at me smilingly, getting the same reaction from me.

Katrina's husband is as tall as Nathaniel. He, too, is well-built. He has a heavy beard and his eyes are dark brown. He looks intimidating but his soft smile makes it easy for me.

"Terence," he introduces himself, his voice so deep that it can even crush something.

"Delilah," I smile at him.

"And this is Jasmine, my youngest sister," Nathaniel brings my attention to the girl next to Katrina. She is a bit different than Katrina. She is shorter than Katrina and she has freckles on her nose. She, too, has ocean blue eyes, unlike Nathani