Alright, young lady. We need to agree on some things first.” I nodded, wearing my best 'look at me I can't do anything wrong' look. But Carla simply c****d an amused brow, not buying it one bit. “So, best behavior, ok?” “Ok.” “No alcohol, ok?” “Ok,” I answered ‘dutifully.’ “Kent has already arranged a lot of alcohol, hasn’t he?” She questioned, staring knowingly at me. “Yes. But…owww!” “I’m going to cut off Kent’s ears when I see him,” she said, half-serious, half-not. “That’s fine with me. But why are you cutting off my ears instead?” I asked, adding an exaggerated cry of pain. “Well, you and Kent are partners in crime,” she answered matter-of-factly. She finally let go of my ear, leaving me to rub it while squinting in mock pain, and biting back a smile when I caught Carla’s
