“I don’t want y’all to coexist. I want y’all to co-ha-bi-tate.” Cletus threaded his fingers together as though to illustrate his meaning, earning a quick glare from me. And then, as though his only goal in life was to make my blood boil, he made a circle with his thumb and index finger. I stopped his other index finger before he could complete the lewd hand gesture. “Cletus. Stop.”
