“Where’s your brother?”
“Right here. Had to take a detour to the ladies’ room,” Rob said.
My dad shook his head. “I hope you didn’t stink the place up again.”
“Me? I never do that!”
Dad shot him a look. “Last time you used it I had to light one of those candles and leave it on all day. And we had people coming over for dinner that night.”
“That was probably Mia,” Rob said.
“What the fuck? I haven’t been here in over a month!”
“Watch your mouth, Mia.” That was Mom. I rolled my eyes.
“And your eye rolls if you want to keep them in your head.” That was Dad.
“Twenty-six, not twelve,” I said.
“Under our roof, not yours,” Rob said, imitating my mom’s singsong voice.
“Where you don’t pay one goddamn bill,” I added, imitating Dad.
Both of them looked at us in amusement for a couple of minutes as we kept this up, until Mom finally said, “Okay, I’m sick of this. Let’s go eat.”