Nixon joins the two of us, a shit-eating grin on his face. “What did you do?” I ask, and that grin only grows. “I asked Everly to grab me some Advil for Kenzie. I told her she had a headache.” He laughs, and Henny and I look at him funny. “You know where Mom keeps the meds, right?” “Does she still keep them in her bathroom closet?” Henny asks. “I think so,” I answer. “Nixon!” Everly yells from the back door, and the whole party stops and stares at Nix. Everly marches her pregnant ass toward us as Mom rushes to the backdoor behind her, and her hair is a mess.
