“Since when do you serve ice cream?” King asked his brother-in-law because, yes, they’d all come with us. Nico muttered something under his breath about Stevie wearing the pants in the family. I leaned over to whisper in King’s ear. “Isn’t Stevie with the fire chief?” King flapped his hand in the air. “Yes. He wears the pants with the chief too. Stevie has lots of pants.”
