“Oh, no. Don’t look at us like that.” Indy waves her hands at me. “We love Max, but we’re not enabling you. What was wrong with this one? Did you not like the way she breathed? Was she too nice? Did you not agree with her favorite color?” “Max liked her too much already.” She’s also way too fucking tempting to be glued to my side all summer, but I leave that part out.
