Chapter 22
Dane’s father drove. Squished in the back with the junk and boxes of goat’s milk soap from what had to be his parents’ last hobby, Dane felt miserably like he was ten again, all his siblings gone to college or just moved out, the small, unimportant, afterthought of a child. As an adult, Kingsley gave him hell for acting like he was the youngest—according to his brother, Dane had practically been an only child. That was never how it had seemed to Dane, shoved in the back with his parents going on and on about his siblings’ accomplishments.
“Did you have a good day, Dane?” asked his mother as they went.
“Busy,” said Dane. He was decent at bullshitting his way through conversations. “Had to deal with my syrup vendor, they want to raise the prices on a couple of the flavors.”
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