“Oh blow yourself,” said Cassandra. “Or is it so small you’d break your back trying?”
Rick snickered with his posse. “Good one, Delvecchio.”
For some reason, people always responded with respect to Cassandra’s vicious comebacks. Her father was Sicilian, and everybody gossiped that they’d moved from New York because he was either in Witness Protection or still in the Mafia. Never mind that he had his own law practice. I was glad she’d deflected the Asshole Patrol, but a little embarrassed that she was still running interference for me.
Rick tried to take one of her fries and she slapped his hand. “C’mon, you idiots. The guy’s never been married, and nobody’s ever seen him so much as look at a girl: i.e., he’s gay!”
“You know what’s gay,” I said, “Listening to you go on and on about how
