“Ooooh, the fool and the two of wands in reverse,” Autumn teased, laying tarot cards in front of Kenneth. “Do you have issues with passivity, hon?”
“Maybe,” he mumbled, and Brooke could see his dark skin turning even darker.
“Come on, Autumn, don’t make fun of him. If you want him to buy into this arcane bullshit, you need to be nice.”
“It’s not me,” Autumn protested. “It’s the cards. They’re telling him it’s time to man up.”
Kenneth’s expression suggested to Brooke that he was chewing on the inside of his cheek.
“Don’t worry about her, baby. I think you’re perfect.” She plunked down sideways across his lap and laid her head on his shoulder.
“Thanks, Brooke. She’s not wrong though. My mom is a strong, strong woman. She has to be in order to succeed in her job—special ed is about as h
