“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.” Charlie rolled her eyes. “Do we let it go?” she asked. “Or do I start dismantling body parts?” “Fine. I’ll let it go. It will not be forgotten,” she added. “But I will let it go.”
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