“Even if they talk s**t?”
“I think your family loves one another through the act of talking s**t. I’m sort of baffled by it. Reminds me of a Jewish family I used to know, actually. Argumentation was a form of love. You never just accept things as they are in the Torah, so you always argue, argue, argue for your loved ones. It’s when they don’t question your every last word…oh, boy, that’s when you gotta be worried.”
Josie had turned on her side to hear the rest of this conversation. “When did you know a Jewish family?”
“Excuse me…I’ve dated many people before you—which is to say, I have dated three people in total, one of whom was a Jewish boy. And by the way,” Rebecca said, glossing over her statement rather quickly, “Tyler asked me how long we have been together.”
Josie winced. “What
