Page 113 of Apex of the Curve

“I like her,” he said with a shrug. “She’s one of us.”

I nodded slowly. The first was my father talking, the second? Vyking. Club brother, through and through.

“Guess there’s only one thing left to do,” I said.

“Ahhh, uh-uh,” he said. “There’s gonna be a metric fuckton of shit to do around here to make this place ready for her arts and crafts.”

“Guess we better get on it, then.”

He laughed at me. “Ha, ha, fuck you. I’m happy to have her around, but I ain’t up for all that.”

“Fine,” I said. “Can you at least call around for me for the relevant work dudes to get some of this shit done? I don’t know shit else about electrical.”

“Now that,” he said pitching a forkful of straw, “I can do.”

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