Except at my brother.I said the second thing, instead:“You can’t sit there.”And okay, I know it sounds infantile.But it was the truth.“Excuse me?” Tommy lifted his eyebrows.“You can’t sit there,” I said again. I knew I sounded childish. But I couldn’t help it. My heart was pounding a mile a minute, and I felt nauseous, like when I forget to take a Dramamine and go out on Dad’s boat. “This booth is reserved for Quahogs only. And you’re not a Quahog.”Which could, quite possibly, qualify as the understatement of the year.“I’m aware of that,” Tommy said mildly, in his new—well, probably not so new to him, but new to me—deep voice. “I may have been away awhile, but I’m still passably familiar with the local customs. But I think I’ll stay here anyway. Your friend Jill already assured me all the other tables in your section are full.”As he said Jill’s name, he looked over at the hostess stand. I followed his gaze and saw that Jill was looking at us.
