“Almost there, buddy. I can smell the jet skis.” “I can taste the pineapple rings you’ll be eating off my nipples.” Justine wavers forward, drinking the rest of her wine straight from the bottle. “Vacation, here we come.” I guess this is what vacationing with parents gone wild is like: pineapples and nipples. And we’re not even off the plane yet. “I’m going to eat those pineapple rings so hard.” Lips pressed together, I mutter, “Excited to share a wall with you two.”
