“Make yourself at home,” I snap, and collapse into the chair across from him. Although I was quite clear that they should all come inside, I can still hear them yelling at each other in the yard. My Hannah voice was not enough to penetrate their white-trash-fighting-on-the-lawn haze. Jackson holds out a piece of cold pizza for me. “You get some alone time with Bri-an?” “No.” What I got was a big ol’ fight with Cody, but I’m not telling Jackson about any of it. I take a big bite of cold pineapple bits and congealed cheese. Yum. “I hate them. All of them.” “Who?” “My psycho family. Can’t you hear them?” “I learned to tune out the Savage quarrels years ago. What’s this one about?” That my family has had it out on the front lawn many a time before is no neighborhood secret. “I’m not sure. The Guitar Player’s back with some bimbo, and Kait’s pushing the baby out the window at him.” “So Savage.” He fake shudders. I pick off a hunk of pineapple and toss it at him.
