“No,” Mom cuts me off. “Yell at each other later. Get out there. Now.” She transforms her face into a syrupy sweet hostess smile before leaving us with all the dry goods. Her word is law, though, and I follow her out without question. “Oh, it all makes sense,” Nate mutters near my ear. “I thought you must take after your dad, but I get it now. Your mom made you scary.”
