She looks at me as if I’m suggesting we celebrate me brushing my teeth every day this week. “That’s your job, isn’t it?”
I sigh. “Yes, April, it is. But we’ll still celebrate. My success and the long-overdue arrival of a new doctor.”
“A doctor who needs to clean and organize and—”
“Not tonight,” I say, getting between her and the cupboard.
“But Kenny—”
“Hey, Kenny!” I call into the next room. “Can I steal my sister for a drink?”
“Only if you bring me one,” he calls back.
“He really shouldn’t have alcohol.”
“A beer will be fine,” I say. “And you can have tea. Long Island Iced Tea.”
“I don’t actually care for iced—”
“You’ll like this one,” I say as Kenny’s chuckle wafts out from the other room.
“I will go if it is Isabel’s establishment. I would not object to socializing with Isabel. She is a very competent businesswoman.”
“That she is, and sure, we’ll go to the Roc. She keeps saying I should start drinking there, so other women feel comfortable. We’ll just have to make it very, very clear to the patrons that you are not there for work.”
“Yes, I would prefer not to be accosted with minor medical concerns in my social time.”
“Not that kind of work,” I say. “Isabel’s place is a brothel.”
April stares at me. Then she frowns. “I will never understand your sense of humor, Casey.”
“Oh, I think you’re about to.” I shoo her toward the door and call a good-night to Kenny as we leave.