Or two. Or three. My mom called and gave me the secret news. It turns out my little sister gave birth to a son this winter and I HAD NO IDEA. She told mom to keep it secret, and today mom finally spilled the secret to me, making me swear I'll keep the secret, but then my sister showed up and mom gave her the phone and she told me the news herself, so at least I don't have to keep the secret now. Whew. But who the father is remains a mystery, and she won't tell me. And there is no internet where they are. Yes, they moved again. And so I became an aunt and I don't even know what my nephew looks like and I don't know when I'll see him. This is just like out of some crazy book. I mean, my whole family is this one dark mystery that I glimpse pieces of here and there, but the rest of it remains secret.