He had held in the bile and acid after his sister mentioned she was off birth control, asking her, “But you’re keeping track, right? This was…okay?”She shrugged. “I can’t exactly remember. Colin used a condom this morning. I made him. I should have made you, too.”“You never make me.”“Feels better. I forgot. No biggie.”“No biggie?”Sister shrugged again. Was she joking? A big practical joke? She’d done it before, usually talking about other men who’d fucked her better in whatever position they were grinding. Hopper did the math in his head—maybe three, four fucks while she was off the pill. Almost intentional.“So, what if—”“I don’t want to talk about this. Why do you always have to ruin the moment like that? You think I’m stupid? You think I’d keep it?”Yeah, Hopper thought. That’s exactly what I think you’d do.When Hopper could swallow again after emptying his guts on the shrubs outside Figg’s window, he gave the baseball bat he was carrying a good two-handed shake.
