Chapter 58

Caitlin sinks into the seat beside her before Ray can, and hits him once more. The look on Ray’s face is priceless, and Dan’s snickering into his hand now, I’m giggling stupidly. There’s no sport in it really, like shooting fish in a barrel, but Caitlin keeps it up and Ray can’t seem to grasp the concept of trying to get away. “Mom—”

“Raymond, move,” Mom says, suddenly angry. “Go sit somewhere else and leave her alone.”

He stands there a moment longer and frowns around the room. When he sees the seat next to me, Dan groans. “Ray, no—” I say as my brother squeezes down next to me. “It fits two people, not three, moron. It’s a loveseat, not a ménage à troisseat.”

Pouting, Ray asks, “What’s that mean?”

“It means get up,” I tell him, giving him a shove.