“I’m sorry, is driving and talking too complicated? No problem, I’ll shut up.”

“My grandpa passed a few days ago. But I’m not sad. He was only driving 20 miles an hour, so I’m sure I’ll catch up to him.”

“Mostly, we talk to impress. And sometimes we shut up to impress, too.”

“What’s all the yelling about?” Kishan asked.“Would you please tell your sorry excuse for a brother that I’m not talking to him anymore?”Kishan grinned. “No problem. She’s not talking to you anymore.”

“I’m sorry,” he repeats again, too low for Raven and Tack to hear. “I’m sorry for everything.”

“Know this, Hazard,” he edged out, ignoringHazard’s enthusiastic glare. “I’ll kick your ass if you piss me off any more.” Jesse paused, as ifimagining the scene, then added with childish spite, “Oh, and I’ll laugh too.”“Give me a cigarette burn while you’re at it?”“Just shut up. Your attempt at sarcasm makes me want to barf.”“Good, I’m glad.”