"He didn't see anything," Villain replied casually.
"Doesn't mean I'm stupid," Waylen grumbled, making me nearly choke.
"He's getting older, Uncle Villain," I said. "He's almost eight, ya know."
"How could I forget?" Villain asked dramatically. "You only brag about him every five seconds. If it's not Waylen you're going on and on about, it's Deidra."
"Who's Deidra?" Carly asked, imputing herself on our conversation.
"My ol' lady," I told her gruffly.
"Oh... you got an ol' lady now?" she said. "That's so weird. I haven't seen any girls walking around town with a property cut. Or hear about a party. Or a wedding for that matter."
"You probably weren't invited," Waylen deadpanned, making Villain die of laughter.
Carly narrowed her eyes at Villain for a second before looking at Waylen
