“Growing up, my mom made dinner every night. Usually this would be a large salad with kale, carrots, tomatoes, cucumbers, all organic of course, and sometimes she’d sprinkle nuts on top for texture. Kale has a metallic taste, like chewing on the hood of a Mercedes. No, something safer, like a Volvo.”

“I would like it very much if you pulled on something of mine.” Kale”

“Of course, if I had misbehaved that day, my dinner was a salad made entirely out of iceberg lettuce, with water on top instead of dressing. It was like cabbage soup without the dignity.
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“Dax, normally impossible to ruffle, looked like he wanted to scream.„Everyone was supposed to stay with their partners!”„You're not my partner,” Kale said. There was no argument in the tone of his voice. Only a simple, static logic that was all Kale. „Dez is..”

“I looked around. Kale was glaring daggers at Alex, who was staring at me like I'd lost my mind. Jade was eye-humping Kale like a lovesick puppy while Kiernan looked ready to kick her ass.Seriously. Worse-timed drama ever.”

“Kale, jackass. His name is Kale," I snapped. Someone had joined the line behind Dad. The woman made an irritated noise of disapproval at my choice of wording and covered her small son's ears.Great. Now I was corrupting children.”