Year Two (Kingmakers, #2)

by Sophie Lark

“Excuse me,” I say to the pitcher. He shakes his head, coming out of his trance. “Hey! We were talking!” “She’s gonna talk you right into Cook County jail,” I inform him. “She’s sixteen years old.”

“Yup. Everybody’s welcome except you.” “Why not?” “ ‘Cause I don’t want Uncle Nero to cut my fucking head off.”

Now Sabrina’s really pissed. “Are you serious?” “As serious as antibiotic resistance.”

“It’s a dark day when your kids could send you to your room if they really wanted to,” she says. “Don’t worry,” I tease her. “I’m still scared of Dad.” “Thank god.” She laughs.

“I’m not taking tips from somebody wearing moon boots.” My dad frowns, shaking his head at my sneakers. “What the hell are those?” “They’re . . . fashion!” my mom says, doing jazz hands. “They’re the re-drop of the Nike Air Mag,” I inform him. “They only made eighty-nine pairs. I could sell these for thirty-five thousand dollars right now. Used!” “I will pay you thirty-five thousand dollars if I never have to look at them again,”

“Don’t know why you’re sunbathing,” he says to Anna. “I’ve never seen you catch a tan darker than chalk.”

“It was fuckin’ hideous, man. So bad. He looked like a squirrel. Honestly, Wade kinda did you a favor.”

“I was just asking. For the cover charge,” I say quickly. “You’re not gonna charge us!” Anna cries, outraged. “Absolutely I am. Leo can down an entire punch bowl by himself.” “What’s the family discount?” Leo says. “Two for the price of two.”