“Well, that’s not nice,” Keane says. “If any of you older kids were strippers and Mom found out about you, I’d totally tell you, brah.” “Dude, at age thirteen, you told Mom your dick-and-balls doodle was a rocket at lift-off. You can handle Mom just fine without any kind of heads-up from any of us.” Keane scowls at me again. “This is a tad bit bigger deal than selling a dirty doodle to a damsel, dude.”
