No. 29, and 2/30 in the April business.
Her friend smelled like fruit and artificial flowers. “Okay, I really have to go. I have to get home for Matt’s thing,” Emma said, releasing Hanna from the long hug.
“Who’s Matt?” her roommate asked.
“My oldest brother,” Emma said shortly.
“I thought it was just you and Steve,” Hanna said in surprise.
“Steve’s my only full brother, yeah. My mom was married before.”
Hanna moseyed across their tiny kitchen to peek out the window onto Central Square. “Looks cold out there. So you’ve got a half-brother? Any other siblings I don’t know about?”
“Matt’s the oldest of five in that bunch.”
“Holy shit,” Hanna said, turning to fix her with pale stunned eyes behind her dark glasses. “How did you never mention that?”
Emma shrugged. “My family history is . . .weird. I’d better get going.”