Benny
“Daddy Benny, you’re holding it upside down.”
I looked at the instructions, then at the storage rack I’d spent half an hour assembling in the garage. “The picture doesn’t say which way is up.”
“It has arrows,” Millie informed me.
Nixx leaned against the doorway, eating an apple he’d stolen from the kitchen. “She’s got you there.”
“You want to come help, or are you running a commentary service?”
“I’m helping. Supervising.”
Millie rolled her eyes. “That’s my job.”
I pointed the screwdriver at both of them. “You’re fired. Both of you.”
Neither seemed concerned about being unemployed. Millie was already writing labels for the shelves while Nixx took another bite of his apple. I reached across the rack to straighten a brace, caught my elbow on the metal edge, and swore.
“Languag
