10
Tuesday morning I ambushed Kane and Ari at the front door, forcing them both to hug me at the same time. “Be careful.”
They were headed into the interior of the province which had been affected by extremely bad flooding. Natural disasters: demon’s c***k.
Twin sets of elbows jabbed me to get free. “We will,” they chorused.
“Take care of each other. I refuse to be down a sibling or a friend.”
Kane hefted up his duffel bag. “It’s always about you.” He winked and strode out to his Porsche.
Ari slung his backpack over one shoulder. “Promise you’ll talk to Mom. Apologize even.”
“I promise that at some point in my life I will once again speak to her.”
“Nava.”
“Ariiiiii.” I squirmed, miserable. “Fine. I promise.” I gave him one more hug for the road, waving until he and Kane had driven
