“I resent that,” Andy’s dad says. “I’m honest to a fault, except for a tiny white lie here and there.” He snaps his fingers. “Like when we told you they didn’t sell replacement batteries for that god-awful keyboard you loved so much.” The man looks at me and speaks from the corner of his mouth. “God love him, but Andy has no musical gifts.” “The TV only works when it rains,” Jane says. “Swallowing your gum makes your poop bounce out of the toilet.”
