“You okay, old man?” I ask as I slide up the rolling door. “Shut up, Phoebe,” Daniel says without any heat. “You laugh now, but you’ll be my age in two years, and it won’t be so funny anymore.” I fake a serious expression. “Sorry for the lack of respect to my elders. Keep giving me your wisdom on aging.” “Brat.” He lets down the ramp. “You’re so smug because you’re in your twenties, but thirty comes for us all.”
