“Wait,” Gus interrupted. “You have a secret place? What secret place?” “Well, if I told you about it, it wouldn’t be a secret, would it!” Brooks countered. “But Emmy knows about it.” Gus sounded genuinely offended. “Yeah, so?” “So why don’t I know about it?” “Because it’s a secret, Gus.” “But I’m your best friend.” My brother folded his arms over his chest. Jesus Christ, these two.

