Kelly snorted.
“Thanks,” Jessie said.
“So,” I said.
They all looked at me.
“There’s… stuff. Happening. This weekend.”
“Is there?” Carter asked like a jerk. “What kind of stuff is happening this weekend, Ox?”
“Things.” I kicked him under the table. He didn’t even flinch.
“Stuff and things?” Jessie asked. “Exciting.”
“Maybe….”
“Maybe what?”
“Maybe you’d want to… do? Stuff and things? With me.”
Kelly groaned.
Jessie grinned. “Why, Oxnard Matheson. You devil. I can’t Saturday because Chris and I have to go do some work on Mom’s estate. How about Sunday afternoon?”
“He can’t,” Carter said.
“I can’t?” I asked.
“Sunday dinner,” Kelly reminded me.
“Oh. Well. Maybe I can miss it? This once? It’s not like I can’t go next Sunday.”
Carter and Kelly stared at me.
“Sounds good,” Jessie said. She was blushing and I thought, Wow.
“You have to be the one to tell Joe,” Carter said.
“Seriously,” Kelly agreed. “I don’t even want to be in the same room.”
“Joe?” Jessie asked.
“Little brother,” Carter said, like it should have been obvious.
“Ox’s best friend,” Kelly said, like it was a challenge.
“He’s awesome,” I agreed, and I felt the first stirrings of guilt and didn’t know why.
“Where is he?” she asked.
“Homeschooled,” I said. “He’ll be here next year.” And I couldn’t wait.
“How old is he?” she asked. She sounded confused.
“Eleven.”
“Your best friend is an eleven-year-old?”