“Zeke, if you calm down we can call Rory,” I offered calmly. At my words, Zeke looked at me over his shoulder. I continued, “I just turned 17 in August, and someone just put a photo of me in my underwear on display.” “Technically, that is child pornography. It’s a felony,” Miles chimed in, seeing where I was going with this. “And I am the niece of a very overprotective cop,” I reminded him. Personally, it only irritated me, but if I had to call Rory to get Zeke to calm down, I’d call Rory.
