Chapter 139

I turn towards her, about to ask what the hell she’s talking about, but then Trevor speaks up. “Horny asses,” he declares, so matter-of-factly that I just stare at him. He glances at us, gives me a tight, thin-lipped smile, then leans onto the table, dangerously close to the pumpkin and the knife in Caitlin’s hand. With one small finger he shoves his glasses up the bridge of his nose and nods as if confirming it. Beneath his breath, he whispers it again, slowly, enunciating each syllable until the phrase sounds prim in his little boy voice. “Horny asses.”

“What are you teaching him?” I want to know.

“He’s getting a well rounded education,” Caitlin points out.

At the counter, Aunt Bobbie has been wiping out the sink while we go back and forth, studiously neutral and out of our conversation. It’s safer that way. But at my sister’s remark, she looks over her shoulder with reproach. “One his mother won’t appreciate, I’m sure,” she says now.