“Oh Jesus H Christ, Jordan. So help me, read the motherfucking message.” An elderly man who happened to be walking past, gasped at Merry, frowning. “Well, I’ve never…,” he said, hand to his heart as he scurried away. I grinned at her. “Yeah, Merry, you really shouldn’t swear.” She inhaled deeply, her eyes shooting daggers at me. “Siri, what’s the average prison time for grievous bodily harm?” “Siri, where can I find myself a new best friend?”
