“No. We fuss because we love you enough to see what you’re doing.” I tense. “And what’s that?” “Disguising your insecurities with ugly clothes, a disheveled appearance, and a personality rougher than extra-coarse sandpaper.” “At least let me grab a beer first before you do a deep dive into my psychological issues.” “Screw the beer. We’d need some hard liquor to get through all of those.”
