“Fun family times. All we need is someone else to announce they’re gay and then a drunken fistfight, and I think we qualify for a reality show.” Blake laughed, running both hands through his hair. Matt figured he was a good approximation of what Kent would look like in his forties, once he gained about forty pounds and spent some time in the sun. “I’m not really prepared for stuff like this. It’s been just the three of us for years, and this is….” “Chaos. Sorry. We really should come with a warning label.” Matt tucked his hands in his pockets, turning left as they hit the sidewalk. About three houses down, he spotted Kent, who was walking slowly with the occasional kick to an imaginary rock. “No, no. I understand. Well, I think I understand.” Blake shrugged. “I take it Miranda and Evan don’t always get along.” “Polite understatement. I like that.” Matt sighed. “They’re a lot alike.
