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“She’s not sick, you ass,” he drawled out.“She’s just tired.She spent all day debugging some stupid program that she told her boss not to use, but of course, he didn’t listen.”
“I think I’m getting a headache just hearing about it,” I chuckled, feeling her pain.Whitney was an IT specialist, and she was very good at her job.
“So, now you know why I need you to get your ass to Mom and Dad’s first,” he went on.
“Look, I have...I don’t know, a good thirty minutes left here,” I told him.“Maybe an hour at the most.”
“An hour?”he squawked.“C’mon, Myer...if it’s paperwork, you can finish that shit later.”
“Are you serious?”I squawked back.“You want me to come back here after dinner?Dinner with Mom?Dinner where my love life is going to be dissected?”
“I’ll make it up to you,” he promised.“I’ll even babysit Lilibeth.”
“Oh, how kind of you,” I deadpanned.
Lilibeth was my goldfish.
“Just get your ass to Mom and Dad’s,” he begged.“I’ll even make you the beneficiary of my will.”
“I’m already the beneficiary of your will, you jackass,” I replied.
“Which is why you should do this for me,” he said.“After all, I’m leaving you all my worldly possessions when I die.”
This was the problem with loving your siblings.“Fine,” I huffed.“I’ll head out now.”
“You’re a gem, Myer,” he lied.“And not just any gem, either.You’re one of the rare, expensive, sparkly ones.”
“Fuck off,” I grumbled before hanging up on him.
Shaking my head, I was not looking forward to dinner.Zachary was going to bring up my lackluster love life, and my mother was going to take the bait, mentioning all the reasons why I should give Paula a call, and over my dead body would I ever call her.
I’d rather spend the rest of my life masturbating.
Seriously.
Chapter 3
