Jules smacked me on the back of the head and gave me her patented you’re-a-dumbass glare. The one where she expected us to realize what dumbassery we’d done and to fix it immediately. “Hey. What the hell was that for, brat?” “I thought I raised you better than that, big brother. Have you legit fallen prey to the idea that being fat and being beautiful are mutually exclusive?” She glared at me. “Because I have very specific ways to reeducate you that involve death and dismemberment.”
