Briana frowned, "You're seriously playing favorites. I'm about the same age as Cornelia. You're always on my case like I'm a kid, but Cornelia gets to do whatever she wants. You even said she's gonna be calling all the shots from now on. You're really laying it on thick for her, aren't you?"
Marcus hadn't noticed. It was just instinctive for him to treat Cornelia well, "She's my wife. If I don't treat her right, should I let some other guy do it?"
"Well, when you put it that way..." Briana nodded in approval, "So you better treat Cornelia right, don't let some other guy whisk her away."
Marcus stood up, "I'm going to change. Go get Cornelia. We're going to hit the supermarket."
Briana began doubting her ears, "Bro, are you saying you wanna hit the supermarket with us?"
Marcus, "What's the fuss?"
Briana said, "I've never seen you step foot in a supermarket. You always said your time was money and you wouldn't waste it on trivialities, that going shopping was a waste of time. Now you're changing your tune because of Cornelia. Are you even the Marcus I know? Are you still my brother? Are you just wearing my brother's face but you're actually someone else?"
Briana's imagination went wild, the more she thought about it, the more plausible it seemed, "Spill it, who are you really? Why are you possessing my brother's body?"
Marcus gently tapped her forehead, "What the hell are you thinking? I told you to lay off those crazy shows, but you just can't stop, can you?"
Briana anxiously backed away, sizing Marcus up, "Let me ask you a few questions. If you can answer them, then I'll believe you. Otherwise, give me back my brother."
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