“Is it true you’re here to fuck up our town?” Christ. I cough over my laugh. “Who told you that?” “Everybody who means nothing.” She shrugs and, somehow, I completely understand what she means. “It’s like adults can’t ever make up their minds. They want more jobs in town but complain when someone like you tries to make them. They want more people to visit but then complain when there’s traffic, or they have to wait too long for a table to eat at Bessie’s Diner. You adults are super confusing.” “We are, aren’t we?” “For sure.”
