“Adam was worth it. Did you know your brother is seeing a waitress at a bar called The Hooters?” I chuckled. “It’s just Hooters, Mom. No ‘The’ before it.” “He won’t let us meet her. We offered to go. I think your dad and I might pop in as a surprise.” “I’m pretty sure Dad will enjoy it.” “Really, do they serve good food?” “The best,” I said, smiling. Adam was about to be humiliated.
