“Always getting me in trouble,” he muttered, swinging again. “I am not!” She waited for Billy to go again, then took a turn. “What about the time you made us put red food dye in your parents’ pool because you wanted to make a shark movie?” Jet removed a huge slab of concrete, dragging it out of Billy’s way. “Let’s not talk about the pool,” she grunted. “Actually, let’s not talk at all. This is fucking hard work.”
