“What’s going on, Jax?” “Just jump right into it, eh?” I walk to my kitchen, pretending like I’m not about to hurl. “No ‘Hello there, Jax, good to see you. How have you been?’” Scottie lifts a brow. “How have you been, Jax?” “Fine, thank you.” “Glad to hear it. Now tell me what the hell is going on.”
