Christ, I should have expected this. I grew up with you all. Skates in the oven, ball caps and athletic cups in the dishwasher. I should have expected a bunch of dildos!” There was a short pause before the voice spoke again, that time full of confusion. “Why do you have that many dildos?” A number of mouths in the living room opened like they were going to say something, and the voice in the kitchen called out. “Do not! Do not answer that! I don’t want to know!”
