Page 38 of His Ex's Little Sister

“Mind your own damnbusiness.”

He raises his Blackberry to his lips. “Why why why Hero,” he sings out in falsetto, eyes closed as he mimics Robin’s song from that first night Isawher.

“Get the fuck out of my place,” I tell him. I can’t encourage this kid because I won’t hear the endofit.

He drains his cup of coffee and puts the mug in the sink. “I’llbeback.”

“No, you ain’tinvited.”

“Stop busting my balls, son,” he tells me as he heads back to the front door. “Tell Robin howdyforme.”

“Just keep me posted. Get those photos tomeASAP.”

“Will do.Later.”