Vanessa’s younger brother’s throat.” I don’t dare peer back over my shoulder at them to confirm or deny the fear. “You got it.” With me on one side of the huge platter and Billy on the other, the pair of us carry it through the house and into the loud and crowded game room towards a spot on a long back table. I shout out at people to move out of the way, and I guess my obnoxious choice in words (or tone of voice) causes Billy to laugh, and we nearly lose the platter halfway there. Once it’s set down, Billy stands back and admires his
