Chapter 115

She looks at me, and raise both hands. 

“I said irritating,” I say. 

“That’s worse.” 

“It’s more accurate.” 

Dad clears his throat, but he’s fighting a smile. “Everyone sit down before the food gets cold.” 

We gather around the table, and for the first few minutes, we concentrate on food. Cartons pass from hand to hand. Mayhem takes enough crispy beef to feed three people, and Jade smacks his wrist with a serving spoon. 

“Leave some for other people, you pig,” she says.