“I like when girls have messy hair.” “Like ‘we just fucked’ messy?” She went there anyway. I try hard not to smile. “Daisy,” Lo interjects with a grimace. “Don’t say that to my brother.” “You’re right,” she says to Lo. “The f-word is a bit abrasive.” She tilts her head at me. “How about ‘we just had sex’ messy?”
