Raisin: Yeah, that
Raisin: Plus, they didn’t understand why we were flying when we could drive down to Key West, considering Kitty detests planes
Neev: I still can’t believe Cade gave you a gun lol
Raisin: I still can’t believe he gave it to you, Kitty, and not to me. I’m the responsible sister
Kitty: They’re both morons for thinking I’d take it on a plane. Honestly, it’s like they never even went to Mob School for Dummies
Kitty: Anyway, I have better hand-eye coordination.
Neev: *yawns*
Neev: Almost home
Raisin: Good, just in time to spare me from Ma rattling on about how Aunt Marge tried to get it on with Dad A G A I N
Raisin: This happened years before he died and he passed away almost a decade ago. How is she still so riled up about it?
Neev: Like you wouldn’t be if one of us tried to get it on with your husband
Raisin: I’d cut you like a bitch and then never talk to you again AND get on with living my best life
Kitty: Oooh, she’s the ice queen
Raisin: Those fuckers we call brothers dove out of here faster than Neev runs away from chores, leaving me with the diatribe to end all diatribes
Kitty: What set her off?
Raisin: Something to do with one of the Five Points pulling a gun on someone from Lyanov’s (?) inner circle. I dunno. I got bored and tuned her out
Raisin: Don’t ask me what one had to do with the other because I don’t know
Neev: I do NOT run away from chores
Kitty: Haha. Sure you don’t. Shit. GTG. I can’t wait for this shift to be over
Neev: You won’t be called in, right?
Kitty: Nah, but Asswipe Alan is on a rampage and I’m ready for sun, sea, siestas, and sex
Neev: You and me both, sis
Raisin: Yeah, even I’m looking forward to getting away from New York
Kitty: T-minus eleven hours and counting, chicas!
Neev: WOOOT
TEN
STAN
THREE HOURS LATER
Kitty Frasier.
Catriona.
