Sunday morning, the day after your nineteenth birthday, you went to the Young Professionals class with your brother, and happened to notice somebody new. A few somebody news, actually. Two girls and a guy, all looking almost exactly the same. Dirty blond hair, long and thick; gray-green eyes, wandering and sharp; and sun-kissed, olive complexions. The girls had long maxi skirts and sweaters, and their hair tied up with scarves or bandanas. And the man had on a two-piece suit and tie. Guessing at it, you assumed they were siblings, the three of them.