"Joop was 12 and Netty was six." Long before his short-term memory was becoming a problem, this was a standard mantra, from my father. It marked for him a milestone: Our coming to Australia.
He had it all worked out: Somewhere, along the line, this pseudo sister-brother relationship, he hoped, would turn into the joining of The House of Mul and The House of van Hoorn. (O.K.. We were NOT royalty.)
But would YOU marry your "sister"?
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