He was about to pinch himself to check when a godawful noise set his teeth on edge. “Oh Jesus, what the fuck?” “Dishwasher.” Max patted the countertop above the offending appliance, which wailed like an injured pterodactyl. “We’ve been through a lot together.” “Like a car accident?” Grady had to raise his voice to be heard. Now that he was looking at it, the dishwasher did look kind of dinged up. “Did you go to the draft together?” It was probably old enough.
