“Hey, Smith! How are you?” Tessa says in a strange voice I’ve never heard her use before. This must be her attempt at baby talk, even though the kid’s five. Only Tessa. The boy doesn’t say anything, just gives her a small smile and walks past Kimberly into the living room. “Yeah, he doesn’t talk much,” Kimberly tells Tess, noticing the sad look on her face. As humorous as it is that he didn’t respond to Tessa, I don’t want her to be upset, so the little shit better knock it off and be nice to her.
You really are the worst
