“A present!” Reagan trills. “Yay!”
The son of a b***h proceeds to pull out a dirty lozenge that’s been in his pocket for f**k knows how long. He hands it to Reagan.
Caroline stares at him expectantly. “What about me, Daddy?”
He tries to mask his impatience. “Hold on, hold on, hold the hell on.” He keeps digging while Emma, Josh and I stand on the periphery, watching this pathetic f*****g attempt at fatherhood.
“Aw, s**t, looks like it fell out of my pocket.” He plucks the lozenge out of Reagan’s hand and gives it to Caroline. “Just share, okay?”
“But—”
“Now, go on. Daddy’s got a headache.”
Reagan tries to grab the lozenge from her sister while Ben fights to control the grimace on his face.
Of course, Emma’s right there, already in damage control mode. “Okay, girls, bedtime! Go on.
