“Is there going to be arguing like this the entire six hours?” CJ asks, shifting into reverse. “Because if I’m asked to pick sides, I’m with little bro. Every time.” “What.” I place my hand on the dash and lean forward as we back up to turn around. “You’re not siding with me on anything? I just got out of the hospital, dick.” “Sorry, Jake.” CJ shrugs, not looking the least bit sorry. “He’s nicer than you are. And last I checked, you’ve never made me a scarf.”
