Like Real People Do (Breakaway #1)

by E.L. Massey

“I did, uh, touch it though?” “The Price Booty?” “We’re not calling it that, but yes.” “Verdict?” “Very firm. A-plus work.” “And on the eighth day,” Cody intones, eerily similar to the pastor at Cody’s church back home, “the Lord made hockey asses. And Eli felt one. And it was good.” “Hallelujah,” Eli agrees.