“Garrett wants a girrrlfriend,” Carter sings, sucking a chicken wing clean. “I’m sure you’ll find someone.” “It can’t be all that hard. You did it.” His bone clatters to his plate, hardened gaze slowly rising. “I’m a catch, jerk.” “Yeah, Ollie’s lucky she didn’t catch a disease.” “Fucker.” Carter reaches across the table, and a game of slapsies quickly ensues as our hands fly, before Dad gets in the middle of it. Dad is Adam. Emmett is the bad uncle who sits in the corner, egging us on. Jaxon’s the drunk aunt making out with a random.
