NATHAN’S POV
“So, Alastair, what does your parents do?” asked my mother as she took a sip from her coke, wiping the small traces of sauces off of the tips of her fingers down onto the table napkin that one of Pizza Hut’s waiters had offered.
From the corner of my eyes, I saw Jackson bite his lower lip to stop himself from laughing and I immediately took it upon myself to kick his shin from under the table to which he instantly understood as me shutting him up.
After that embarrassing exchange back at Mrs. Pratchett’s cramped foyer to which I internally had to scream into my head to stop myself from gagging, my mother spent an hour talking to the rest of the people inside the house before she had invited me and Alastair to eat out. It was a good thing that she had remembered Jackson on t
