“Who’s going to behave in her cousin’s house?” she asked. “Oh, come on!” Max said, still laughing. Charlie leaned down and clapped her hands three times. “Maxie!” “I promise! I promise! I won’t start anything!’ “Or finish.” Charlie raised an eyebrow. “Arguments begun at family dinners when you’re nine years old do not need to be avenged when you’re twenty-seven. Do we understand each other?” “I told her I’d kill her one day. And I meant it.” “You were nine.” “I still meant it.”
