Maxine POV
"Maxi. Max, eat up." Sticks pushed, I hadn't got an appetite, worried about Tank being gone so long, and no word from them, and no explanation of where they were going.
The girls don't even know.
The Prez refused to speak of it; it was men's business.
"Sorry." I half-whispered, this was all new to me.
Not that telling me would make much difference. Look at my ex, in the house, and still upstairs doing his thing with my sister.
I tried to push that thought aside and work on what I do know, which was not much.
"Eat." Cricket pushed the girls around the table. They looked as worried as I was, and not eating and causing a fuss wouldn't help them in their own pool of discontent.
"Does it get any easier?" I asked softly, lifting a fork of food to my mouth.
"No!" three voic
