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“I won last week. Let’s remember who was first to jump out of the airplane.”
Dom and Carm share a look as though they set that up for me to win. Whatever. Jackasses.
“Let’s make Blanca do it,” Dom suggests.
“Sure, we’ll just hire out a groom for our baby sister?”
My little sister is only twenty-five and way too young to settle down.
“I bet between the three of us we know a lot of good guys,” Carm suggests.
“I say oldest goes first.” I smile at Dom, spiraling my spaghetti onto my fork.
Dom wipes his mouth. “Why the oldest?”
“You’re supposed to forge the path for us. You know, set an example.” Carm slaps him on the back.
“You’re the emotional one.” Dom nods at Carm.
“What the hell does that mean?” He looks at me to see if I’m in agreement.
I nod. “If any of us is going to settle down, it’s you.”
“Why?”
I almost laugh out loud at the offended look on Carm’s face. You’d think I’d said he’s a misogynist or racist or something.
“You were always hanging off Ma, telling on us when we were little. You used to sleep with her and Dad until you were, like, sixteen,” Dom says before piling a forkful of spaghetti in his mouth.
Carm sets down his fork. “I was eight and I suffered from night terrors, okay? You assholes were always watching those scary movies.”
Dom and I share a laugh.
“So it’s settled. You got the short straw.” I point at Carm with my fork.
“No.”
“Come on, Carm. Take one for the team,” Dom adds.
“Assholes,” he whispers.
“We gotta figure out something to make Mama happy,” I whisper.
“I say we throw this one to Blanca,” Carm says.
I think about it. Although it sounded horrible before, she’s the most logical choice. And it’s not like we’d ever let her be with some douche.
“Yeah, and then Ma gets to go dress shopping and plan everything. It’s perfect really,” Dom says.
I shrug. Better her than me. “Sure.”
“Then we’re in agreement. Now, who tells Blanca the plan?” Dom asks.
We set our forks on our plates, knocking our fists on our palms three times.
Dom shoots scissors.
Carm shoots scissors.
I shoot paper.
They laugh and pick up their forks.
Assholes.
