Olivia is silent for a long moment. Then she turns to me.
I shrug. “He forgot the part where he tracked down his old man and killed him in retribution. But otherwise, extremely factual.”
“Didn’t forget,” Demyan says irritably. “I was just building up to it. Proudest f*****g moment of my life. Now, you’ve robbed me of the joy of dropping that bomb. Bastard.”
“I’m sure you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me.”
“Jesus Christ,” Olivia mutters. “You guys are serious.”
“Why would we joke about s**t like that?” Demyan asks.
“You really killed your father?”
“But… he was your father.”
“He killed my mother,” Demyan says. “What was I supposed to do, put him in timeout?”
“You should… s**t, I don’t know, get the cops involved!” Olivia exclaims, flummoxed. “Have him arrested and put on trial
