When he brought her home the first time, everyone kept slapping him on the back, telling him how much of a lucky man he was to have found this beauty. All my uncles kept telling him he had proven that the family indeed had impeccable taste. It was like by brother’s choice of wife, all the men had suddenly become men of great accomplishment. It couldn’t be denied how stunning she was: flawless complexion, perfectly structured teeth, quick smile, well-shaped figure, she seemed to have it all and one found himself automatically comparing her to any woman who stood beside her. Only the women in my family seemed to have a problem with her. Mother stood by him, a frown on her face, whispering into his ears. She said there was something about her that she just didn’t like. She could however not place her hand on that ‘something’. Brother just kept laughing and telling her she was just being overly protective and that his wife was the sweetest woman ever. Dad insisted mother was just being
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