Shenanigans (Brooklyn, #6; Brooklyn Bruisers, #9)

by Sarina Bowen

“And we’d throw in Neil’s disability.” “Hey!” I argue. “It’s not disabled. Usually it works.” “He means your diabetes,” Charli corrects. “Not your penis.”

“How’s your blood sugar?” my mother asks immediately. “It’s fine. Getting yelled at might destabilize me, though.”

“My pleasure, darling. Formal wear in the wintertime is such a challenge.” “Indeed,” Charli says so sweetly that she may as well have been snatched by aliens. “It’s a good thing we have dead animals to keep us warm.”