Aunt Lisa comes strolling back into the kitchen after leaving for a probably much-needed bathroom break. Her eyes are big and wide as she looks between me and Brody like we’re doing something truly scandalous (like filming our own amateur p**n right here in the damn kitchen).
I frown at her, wondering what the hell is going on, when she nudges her head in the general direction of the dining room. The living room is where everyone is sitting, watching yet another hockey game and doing the drinking, and eating of some snacks, and just talking and s**t. The dining room on the other hand is silent like a vigil, waiting for all the plates and the rest of us to descend on the food like the animals we are.
It’s a silent signal that someone’s in the quiet dining room, instead of being part of t
