Rooting for the Apocalypse (2)

Drama ensues when Athena invites her dirtbag boyfriend on her dysfunctional family’s vacation.

We sit on the, ahem, patio playing word games. The awning protects Athena and Zak from the rain. I hold a pink umbrella.

We can go inside, dude, if you’re getting wet, Zak says.

I can see clear skies over there, I say. I massage my bare feet into the patio astroturf. This’ll be over in five minutes.

Wittle? Athena says. That doesn’t look right. She fidgets with her nose ring, rubbing the gem like it migh...