The other day,” Jay says. “We talked for a few hours. Hashed out a lot of things, even stuff from way back when.”
“Did Jesus moderate it?” I ask. “’Cause that’s the only way I see this working.”
Trey goes, “Haaaa!”
Mom kisses her teeth. “Anyway! I’m not gonna act like we’re best friends, hell no. That woman still knows how to work my nerves. But we realized that we love you two and want what’s best for you. We’re willing to set our differences aside in the name of that.”
Trey picks up his phone. “Ah. That explains it. I just got a notification that it’s below zero in hell.”