Braden continued. “Three, I cleaned my room every timeMommy asked, except for one time during the summer, when I sort of forgot.”
“Sort of,” Remy said, amused.
“Four, I don’t use bad words ever.” Braden brandished his four fingers in triumph. “And…andI told on Uncle Mike when he said the H-word at Denny’s when they brought him bacon instead of sausage.”
It took Remy a moment to figure out what the “H-word” might be—had he ever considered hella bad word? And what kind of man liked sausage over bacon? Kate had strange tastes, indeed.
Before Braden could go any farther, listing off imaginary reasons why he deserved gifts at Christmas, Remy held out his thumb and started his own count-down. “I don’t know, kid. You’ve been a little naughty lately, too. One, yesterday when I picked you up. Two, last night at McDonald’s when you didn’t say squat. Three, this morning, ignoring Lane when he asked you something.”