Can’t nothing get the hell out of you,” Jay mumbles.
Grandma narrows her eyes and sets her hand on her hip. “If you got something to say to me, say it.”
“You know what? Actually, I do—”
“We already know about the song,” Trey says before World War III can break out. “Ma addressed it with Bri. It’s fine.”
“No, it ain’t,” Grandma says. “Now, I done bit my tongue when it comes to a lot of stuff with you and your sister—”
Um, she hasn’t bit her tongue about