“because Keith’s always been sound to me, but there’s just something … ” “Sleazy about him?” Claire chimed in, adjusting her seatbelt. “Sleazy,” I chuckled, draping my arm around her shoulder. “Good one, Claire-Bear.” “I know, right?” she replied, beaming back at me. “Yes,” Johnny said in an enthusiastic tone from the front seat. “Sleazy. That’s the word. I was going to go with off, but sleazy hits the nail on the head.”
