Erica’s finger tapped on the red sweater stretched to capacity, but she didn’t bother replying. We could never win an argument, so it wasn’t worth trying. Especially this one. My sister was glowing with health, but she was indeed a bit more swollen than usual.
I knew she’d curse my name later when she was in the bathroom about eleven times, but it would cover us both. “Drink that whole glass of water, and I’ll make you a batch of my poutine.”
Erica’s eyes widened as she sat up straighter. “What?”
I shrugged. “I convinced Mitch to let me do the ordering for this week. I changed up the menu a little.”
She lifted the water glass and drained it, and then pushed it my way. “Well, hurry up.”
I swallowed a laugh when my mother gave me a narrow-eyed look. “What is this poutine?” My mother’s accent slid out like she was saying something disgusting.
“Heaven,” Erica said with a smile.
Welcome to the Ramos family of crazy. There’s so much more to come in the book. Sheriff Brooks has no idea what he’s in for!