“Eddie,” I call. “Come on, we’re going for a drive.” “Okay.” He comes bounding down the stairs. “Where are we going?” “To meet the neighbors,” Christopher replies dryly. “I don’t even like fucking neighbors.” “Will you stop swearing all the time?” I snap. “Stop giving me things to swear about then.” “Get in the fucking car.” “I thought you said we couldn’t swear?” “Christopher…” I widen my eyes; I swear to god he’s like an annoying five-year-old.
