From EFFIN' ALBERT:
He grabs the remote and turns the sound low.
“Thanks. Um, I been thinking, Mr. Knowles.” I hate saying his name, plus my heart’s ready to jump right out my chest.
“You sure you’re marrying my mom?”
“Pretty sure, unless she gets fat or dumber or something.”
“Why?” he says.
“Well, I been thinking—”
“Sit down, Mike.” Now Jerkface is smiling just a little, like he’s waiting for me to say something stupid. Like he knows I’m about to.
Maybe I am.
/my little blog is on temporary hiatus/