His mom had been gifted a super nose by the goddesses upon being claimed by his father. It meant she was sensitive to smells. As a result, she’d taken to wearing a nose guard. It helped her work and stopped her from puking up every time a strong smell came her way. It meant she couldn’t smell the rotting apple that had fallen down the back of the car seat, or, like the one year she’d been skunked but simply hadn’t realized it.
“You boys always overexaggerate about my car. Everything is in its proper place.”
“What about last year’s mouldy pizza?”
“That was a mistake,” she disregarded, wafting a hand.
Jay grinned at her. She was full of bullshit. He mimicked, “Organized chaos.”
“Exactly. You took the words from my mouth.”
He eyed her, then eyed her office. It was insane how, profession
