“Then you take care of her,” Brandish replied, even as she mentally prayed her sister would refuse. There was something about the idea of being around Marquis’ child, that uncanny resemblance, having those memories stirred even once in a while, even if it was just at family reunions… it made her feel uneasy.
Careful what you wish for, Carol.
“You know Neil and I don’t have that much money. Neil isn’t having luck finding work, and all our funding from the team is going into the New Wave plan, which won’t happen for a few months, and we have two hungry mouths to feed…”
So wait. What exactly is the history here? How did parts of the Brockton Bay Brigade end up as New Wave? What happened to the rest, if not death? Apparently something about that is being set into motion soon.
Brandish grasped her sister’s meaning. With a sick feeling in her gut, she spoke the idea aloud. “You want Mark and I to take her.”
Hey, those are your words.
“You should. Amelia’s Vicky’s age, I think they would be close.”
They are, yeah. Or were, anyway.
This is a nice tie back into the same thing being stated earlier in the chapter.
“It’s not a good idea.”
“Why are you so reluctant?”
Brandish shook her head. “I… you know I never planned to have kids?”
That’s a relatively weak excuse.
But seriously, you should probably tell the truth. If there’s anyone who might understand here, it’s Sarah.