"If you think Mama-Katie is protective of you and Uncle George..." she grinned, tugging Matt's shoes off for him and tossing them on the floor. "Mama's boy, that one."
Lucy plopped down on the end of Matt's bed, between his feet, legs crossed as she watched her uncle take way better care of Katie than she'd done to poor Matt. "One sec," she said, giving Katie matching whiskers and a heart nose. "There. Now they'll know they're related."
Her head tilted to the side when he rubbed his back and she raised a brow. "Aren't you a little young to have back problems?" she asked, curiously. "I'm older than you-"