"Yeah," I said. "Guilty as charged, I guess."
She stared at me for a solid four seconds, and then she put down the ball of dough she'd been working and wiped her hands on the front of her apron and pulled her phone out of her back pocket with the urgency of somebody reporting a house fire.
"Dad's gonna lose it. Dad. Dad, he's here. The burger kid from the news is standing at our counter." She had the phone pinned between her shoulder and her ear and she was already reaching under the counter for something. "No, I'm not messing with you. No, I didn't call him that to his face." A pause. "I absolutely called him that to his face, he's fine with it, look at him, he's got the face of a guy who's fine with things."
