“So am I getting paid here or are you?” He points at a gaudy vase that had arrived after my mom hired decorators to make the house seem “homey.” He eyes it. “I kind of like this. It looks like what happens after my cat hacks up hairballs. Same colors.” “You can have it. It’s really good quality too. No matter how many times I knock it off, it just won’t break.” “Nice. Might be able to pawn it for something or at the very least use it to defend myself when your dad comes after me again,” he jokes.
