"Oh, shut up," she said. "That's not even a thing." She sighed yet again. "This whole job's a total pain."
Now, I did scoff. "Which is why they call it a job." Even as I said it, it suddenly struck me that it wasn't feeling like a job tome.In some ways, it felt more like a vacation, probably because I hadn't had one in years.
Waverly said, "I don't care what they call it. Thisisn'twhat I signed on for."
Just then, the side door opened, and Brody walked in, looking surprisingly pensive.
At the sound of his footsteps, Waverly whirled to face him. "Finally," she said.
He stopped just inside the doorway. "Finally what?"
"Finally you're home." She gave him a winning smile. "So, what's for dinner?"
"Nothing," he said. "We already ate."
Her smile faded, and she gave me a long sideways glance. "Who's 'we'?"
Brody replied, "Everyone at the job site."
"And who was that?" she asked.
"If you wanna know," he said, "show up sometime."
She drew back. "What?"
"And you should know," Brody added, "Roy's been working his ass off."
"Yeah," she said. "Because that twat-waffle is bucking for my job."
Brody gave her a look. "You mean he's doing your job."
Waverly made a sound of annoyance. "What is it with you two? " She gave me an irritated look before continuing. "First I've got to hear it fromher. And now from you, too?"
When Brody's glanced in my direction, I looked heavenward in shared commiseration.
Waverly said, "I saw that!"
I tried not to smile. "Saw what?"
"That eye-roll." She looked back to Brody. "You saw it, right?"
Without bothering to reply, he said, "We done?"
"We can't be done," she said. "We haven't even started."
I asked, "Started what?"
She looked to me and said, "I wasn't talking toyou."
"Good," I said, "because I wasn't listening."
"You were, too!"
Now, I did smile. "Sorry, what'd you say?"
"Isaid…" But then, her eyes narrowed. "Wait a minute. I see what you did there." She looked back to Brody. "You see how she's ganging up on me?"
I almost laughed. "I can't be ganging up anyone. I'm only one person."
