Lola narrowed her eyes, munching on a snack while watching Atlas talk to someone on the phone outside on the patio.
"What? What? What?" Slater darted his eyes between her and his brother through the glass door. "What did he do to you, sis?"
She ignored him. She liked talking to him better in her imagination, anyway.
Slater squinted and moved closer, leaning against the counter beside her. He tilted his head toward her.
"Isn't he perfect?" he teased solemnly. "Just look at him. That face… that body… wow, really. This is what they meant when they said God created us wonderfully."
He slid his gaze sideways, but Lola didn't react. Instead, she popped another nut into her mouth and kept her narrowed eyes fixed on Atlas.
"Sis, in case you hear any news that he's seeing someone—just so you know—that someone is you," he remarked, still getting no reaction. "What is it, huh?! Are we angry? Suspicious? Admiring him? What are we doing here exactly?"
