“Don’t start.” He points at me. “This is clearly life or death.” “And clearly you’re all terrible at business,” Mom says as she adds another hotel to her arsenal, “because you’re about to be whipped by a little old lady.” “Ohh, let’s talk about whipping some more,” Robbie says. I throw the dice at his head. “Dude, don’t hit on my parents.” “Why not? They’re both hot.” I bury my face in my hands. Dad tsks. “Where do you find these friends, Brandon?”
