Chapter 13

“How are the art projects coming?” Abe asked, seeing them coming in.

“Sora’s the only one doing art,” Marc said.

“Aren’t you painting your car? That’s art.”

Marc scoffed. “Not compared to Michelangelo over here.”

“You painting baby angels with their dicks out?” Lacie asked, looking to Sora.

“Uh, no, I’m painting fish.” For whatever reason, everyone found that funny.

“I’m grabbing a shower before I cook anything,” Marc said, aiming the words at Sora, who nodded and turned his kettle on.

The instant Marc was out of earshot, Lacie got up and joined Sora in the kitchen. “Everything okay? You seemed pissed about him earlier.”

“Yeah,” Sora said. “I was.”

“I half expected to hear someone getting murdered out in that garage, but you two seem to be getting along now.”

“Yeah,” Sora said again. “We talked.”