“Hey. Hey, stop that, now. Uncle Drake is a nice man." He held Maggie, patting her while Jenny and Christian looked at their sister like she was crazy.Drake looked like he was facing down the worst thug imaginable."We're a little sensitive.""About cookies or cops?""Cookies. Spiders. Dogs. Cats. Birds. Balloons. Semi trucks. Caterpillars…”

“Larry Bird looks like a bird, and Johnny Vagina looks like—hey, what is that in the sky?
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“Stop talking now," I whispered because if he didn't I'd start crying."You asked.""Okay, I did, but you need to stop talking now.""Baby-"I looked down at the cookie sheet. "And don't be nice anymore, I prefer you annoying.”

“Here I am baking cookies and looking all over the house for you,” she turned her attention to Gabe and uncovered his eyes, “hoping to bring my man something to munch on, and instead I walk in on your crazy monkey sex! Thanks you two, now I’m officially scarred for life.” She swatted the air in front of her, as if she could shoo away the images, and darted over the broken dishes and cookies, up the staircase, with a flustered string of expletives.Gabe watched her ascend the stairway and let out another amused cackle. “Oh don’t mind her. She’s acting like she just witnessed her parents in the act.” Bending down, he snatched a cookie and gave us a thumbs-up. “You look hot, kids. Carry on.”

“Hey.” He glanced away from her, instead looking down at the coffin. He looked back at her and raised his eyebrows. “Want a peek?”

“I’m a shallow, shallow boy. Hey, it helps that you’re pretty. It brings out the nice guy in me. Makes me what to share my cookies with you.”