He huffed. “I’m starting to take offense, young lady.”
Spyder chuckled. “Jesus, the two of you when you’re together... You belong on a comedy act.”
“We probably do,” she admitted. “Unless comedy shows ended with him trying to strangle me and me trying to trip him up.”
“Why not? It worked for Bart and Homer.”
She grinned at that. “True. Maybe we should, Dad. You up for it?”
“Your mother would kill me.”
“Because you always do as you’re told.” She chuckled and nudged him. “Wuss.” His eyes twinkled in reply, and she grinned at him. Widely. Then, nudging her chin in Sammy’s direction, asked, “He’s got to be good if he got that s**t heap working.”
“That s**t heap happens to be a classic,” Spyder retorted while Mundo started banging his chest.
“You’re not having a heart attack, Dad,” she
