Page 14 of Serendipity

“Think she’ll find an outfit before, I don’t know… summer?”

“Doubtful,” Brock snorts.

“She can hear you, you know,” I grouse. “Maybe instead of standing around you can help?”

Boone scrunches up his nose. “I thought Corbin Rae and Naomi already got your outfit sorted.”

I shake my head, switching up to nodding, then shaking it again.

“Holy crap. This is what it’s like to watch your parents lose their marbles. Quick, Mom, what’s one plus two?”

“You’re supposed to ask what’s one plus one, dodo,” Boone argues.

Brock shakes his head. “Nah. That’s too easy. At least this way it’s more telling if we need to find a caretaker because I’m not volunteering to help if she starts pissing herself.”

I turn to face them with my hands on my hips. “How did my indecisiveness over what clothes to wear turn into me having a pants peeing problem?”

“It’s a logical transgression,” Brock says, so sure of himself.

I burst out laughing. “Do you even know what a transgression is?”

He gives me a look like I’m the whacky one here. “It’s like,” he uses his hands to illustrate movement, “moving or something. Like, going from one place to another but it’s different because it’s your mind.”

I look at the ceiling. “Lord, where have I gone wrong?”

Boone isn’t making fun of Brock which tells me he thought transgression was the correct word there, too.

“If you’re such a smarty pants, what’s the word I was supposed to use?”

“Progression. It’s the logical progression. Or sequence of events. But transgression means that one has done something wrong. It’s disobedience or a sin.”

“Ohh-kay, Miss Language Arts.”

I roll my eyes. “Knowing basic vocabulary doesn’t mean I’m an expert. However, you using thewrongvocabulary means that you both should consider reading some of those books that are assigned to you once in a while.”

“Now why would we do a fool thing like that?” Boone teases.

I close my eyes and shake my head. “Okay. Both of you, shoo. Out of here for a bit while I get dressed.”

“We want to see,” Brock reminds me.

Why are they like this? I love them because of it but seriously, they want to see my outfit before going on a date? Are they for real? “I know you do.”

“Wait!” I call out and they both stop in their tracks. “We haven’t even talked about how your nights were last night.”

“That’s ‘cause you were a little hungover today, you naughty girl. Tsk tsk, Mom,” Boone teases.

“I know. I know. I shouldn’t have drunk so much but Stone brought me home because I knew I couldn’t drive. At least I was smart about it, right?”

“Yeah, you were. We had the pleasure of going to pick up your car this morning, remember?”

“Of course I do. Now, tell me. How was your date, Boone?”

“Stellar.”

“Good to hear it. Care to share more?”

“Nope.”

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