“No,” Darius said. “Francesca hasn’t responded to his message.” “Fucking Fran,” I muttered and Tory glanced at me with a nod of solidarity. “Fuck her up the butt with a coconut,” Tory added. “And a pineapple,” Seth added. “And a bushel of prickly pears.” “And a rotten carrot,” Tyler called across the table and I looked over at him, his hand on Xavier’s on the table while Sofia sat on Xavier’s other side, nuzzling him with a look of contentment on her face.
