“Eddie, gerrout,” Aunt JuliKate said, the minute she’d whisked the plates away from the table that evening.
“Why?” Eddie asked, looking wounded.
“Me an’ Tab are talking, shove off.” She’d been with her voice coach earlier, and it was always dead weird because she got coarser, but her voice sounded more ladylike. Tab privately thought she was the weirdest woman ever.
“Girly chat?” Eddie said, guffawed, and then yelped when she slapped him around the side of the head.
“You’re not a comedian, now gerrout,” she snapped, and Eddie—Tab’s bear of an uncle who had been a semi-professional boxer for nearly twenty years—knew when to retreat, and bowed out of the kitchen. JuliKate took Eddie’s abandoned seat opposite Tab and plucked his tablet away.
“Hey!”
“You,” she pointed a long finger in hi
