“What? Are we not making fun of the kid anymore?” “Maybe—” Cliff gasps. “She got to you. You’re a double agent. You’ve been compromised.” I tongue my cheek to hold in a laugh. “You know…maybe we should give him a chance. Let him come over for dinner or something. Don’t you trust her?” He pulls in a breath and sighs. “Yes.” “At least spend an evening with him.” Cliff hums for a second, then nods. “Fine. But you have to endure it too.”
