We weren’t a big family, but boy, were we loud and intense sometimes, with all the subtlety of a social justice warrior in a Reddit forum. I wasn’t sure what their plan was in coming here, but I doubted it was to destroy Clay’s carpet. Orange soda did not forgive. The color wasn’t coming out of Raelyn’s arms and face, let alone anything fabric. She looked like an angry carrot. An angry, screaming carrot. Like one of those mandrakes they uproot in Harry Potter that made students faint from the noise.
