Dallas? I like the alliteration of that. Or there’s Damn Dallas,
Disgusting Dallas, Danger Dallas, Decayed Dallas, Deceiver
Dallas, Decrepit Dallas, Degenerate Dallas-”
“Stoooooopppppp! No! I don’t want to actually say her
name. That’s the point.”
“I can’t believe we haven’t done this before. Evil
nicknames are so much better than saying you know who.”
Danica looked way too excited. “Douche Canoe Bugaloo.”
“Oh lord.” Quinn couldn’t keep a straight face. “I think
maybe you know who is better. This is just turning foul.”
“Mom’s not around.”
“Still.” All three of the Smyth kids had been trained not to
swear around their mom. She basically thought it was the
world’s greatest evil. No one shared that opinion, but they
were careful to keep swears and other vulgar words under
wraps when they went back to the house. “I don’t want to talk
about her. She’s not going to call.”
“I bet you five bucks she’ll call.”
“She won’t call. I have a new number anyway. She won’t.”
“The landline is still the same at home.”
“She would never call there. She probably figures that I
moved out years ago and would get a chewing out from mom
or dad.”
“Probably. But maybe she’ll risk it. I think she’ll want to
talk to you. She’ll probably say that she wants to give you a
freaking sympathy card or some bull crap.”
“Hmm. No. She’s too insensitive for that. She’ll just come,
collect the money, and get the heck out of town.”
“Go back to the hole she crawled out of?”
“Stop. I’ve made my peace where you know who is