‘BUT HE’S YOUR COUSIN!’
As the doorbell chimed, I rolled my eyes. ‘David’s here,’ I groaned. He was my annoying cousin.
It was February 1981, and we were both eight years old.
‘Be nice,’ my dad laughed, opening the front door.
As Dad greeted his brother, David yanked on my ponytail.
Every month, David and I would play together while our parents nattered away.
And every time, he pulled my ponytail and it irritated me. Then, when we were 14, David
