Chapter 92

“I’m not being smart,” Amelia said, pouting now. “Okay. I was. A little. I just don’t see why I have to go.”

“We want you to go,” Jackson said. “We’re a family, honey. We have to support each other. It’s not always fun, but that’s how it works.”

“He’s picking his nose, by the way.”

I glanced in the backseat. Sure enough, Tony had his index finger jammed in his right nostril. He was staring out the window, oblivious to us.

I smiled.

“You think it’s funny?” Amelia asked.

“Yeah. I’m sorry, but I do.”

“Boys!” Amelia exclaimed. “Bad enough I have two daddies, but I also have a booger butt brother who picks his nose! I hope he doesn’t plan on wiping his boogers on me.”

“Try to look on the bright side,” I suggested.

“And what would that be?” she demanded.

“For example,” I said, “if you fart, you don’t have to worry because he’s never going to hear it. So that’s one good thing, right?”

In the rearview mirror, I saw her roll her eyes.