Try Me (Extracurricular Activities #2)

by Neve Wilder

Somewhere along the way my dad, like Alan Pynchon, had gotten confused about what real fortune was. It wasn’t made or broken by names in a rolodex. Chet was living proof of that. In a way, it made me sad for my father. But not enough to keep me from finishing what I’d started. “If you ever make anything remotely close to a threat against Chet again, if you interfere with his attempts to get into law school, if you try to have him arrested on some bullshit charge for selling weed in the past, if you in any way involve him in any trial that would negatively affect his career, if you so much as fucking exhale in a manner that negatively affects him, I will call the papers myself, send them everything I’ve got, tell them everything I know, and answer every single question they ask. I will dedicate the same level of effort I’ve poured into trying to make you proud of me over the years toward taking down the thing you love most so you’ll remember how it feels. Because Chet Pynchon is the one thing I love most, and that’s not changing.”