“Ha-ha-ha. A Pinocchio reference. How clever of you.” She steals a glance from the doorway. I think I see a flash of emotionbubble up, but I can’t be sure, because a second later, she’s looking at the screen again. “I have to work. World doesn’t stopjust because you want it to.”
“Where else would I work from?”
“I don’t know. An office. You were always the social butterfly between the two of us.”
“I had to grow up, Euphie.” Her voice hardens, grows barbs. “Not everyone gets the luxury of living out their dream life in thecity.”
Dream life. I wish I could yell at her about Desya, and Prizrak, and all the s**t Brad is still putting me through.
But she wouldn’t believe me.
“Fine,” I say. “Be mad at me if you want. But you could still make an effort to get to know your nephew.”
Suddenly,
