Dad whipped up a batch of his peppermint martinis that somehow ended up with Carly and me both drunkenly sobbing in the bathroom as we apologized to each other for being crappy friends.
“What’s going on with you, Mom, and Max? Do you guys…have history?” My dad gave a startled laugh, grabbing a dish towel to dry his hands. “Well…if I may answer your question with another question: What’s going on with you, Heath, and Carter?”