Uncle Zed came forward and gave me this serious look as he grasped my shoulders. “I guess it’s useless to ask you to behave?” he asked as he stared into my eyes. “Keep your head down and your backtalk to yourself?”
I halted to stare at him as he had said this to me sometime in the past. Yes, he’d said this the day I started kindergarten. My very first day ever at school. I had totally forgotten about it. And no wonder as it was a long damn time ago. I paused to remember what I had said back to him at the ripe old age of five. “My daddy named me Glory. He told me that was cause I was born to shine, so I’m not gonna take any guff, Uncle Zed.”
Everyone standing there stared at me, then they all burst into laughter.
Chapter Seventeen:Warrior Woman
Legend
Uncle Zed shook his head. “That’s exactly what you said at five years old,” he told Glory. “I knew then that you would be a firecracker.” He looked over at me. “And you might be the only man with enough guts to take this blazing fire on!” He chuckled and patted my arm.
“No guts, no glory,” Liberty just had to say it.
Fate scoffed at his brother. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, yes,” Glory said. “He’s seriously stupid like that.”
“You cannot be calling me stupid, Glory,” Liberty retorted.
“And why not?” she asked. “I can do and say whatever I want and you can just stuff it.”
“See?” Liberty said.
Fate nodded as he cut in, “Therein lies the whole problem.”
We all looked from one twin to the other.
Liberty went on, “With dad telling her crap like that…she was born to shine? Like even when she was just a toddler.”
Fate agreed, “Then by age twelve, he was training her like a soldier.”
Liberty kept nodding his head. “And on top of that, he spoiled her like crazy.”
Justice even got in on it, “Remember the freakin’ pony?” He reminded his brothers. “She was only ten years old and he got her a damn pony.”
“Yes,” Liberty said. “And I asked him why we didn’t get one.”
“And he said, we were boys, that’s why!” Justice added.
“Right? And like what the hell did that even mean?” Fate nodded.
All three Walker brothers gave each other nods as this was a subject they all agreed on. Glory being a loud mouthed spoiled brat.
“Wow!” Glory exclaimed. “You’d think you all would have grown out of this petty sibling jealousy thing.”
Briget agreed with her, “I think you all need therapy for this.”
“Yes, they seem to have some real issue, alright,” Glory stated with a grin on her face.
As the Walker men scowled, their women burst into laughter.
I chuckled. The competitive relationship that Glory had with most of her brothers was well known in Requiem. “Well, I’m sorry to tell you all that he was right on at least two points. She is a girl and she does shine.”
The whole group stared at me.
“There!” Glory told them. “Finally, it is settled. I’m the most brilliant, most badass Walker.”
“Nah, he is totally biased,” Liberty grumbled.