“Does Alex come to your games? I’d love to meet him.”
“Sometimes.”
“He could come over here sometime. Maybe for dinner,” I told her as we pulled into the driveway.
“Maybe. We’ll see. It’s far away and he has a job, so.”
“Where does he work?”
“Home Depot.”
“Well, having a job certainly earns him some brownie points.”
“Great,” Candace said sarcastically, opening her car door.
“Wait!” I yelled to her as she ran into the house. “Dinner by the pool tonight? I can have some chicken ready in an hour.”
“Fine!” She called back before entering.