She looks me square in the eye. “It would explain a few things, but wouldn’t it for everyone?”
I lift a shoulder.
“I didn’t think it was real,” Jack says, “but then…”
“Then,” Decker and Lucky agree, both nodding.
“It’s definitely real,” Jack concludes.
“And she bought the damn house next to mine,” Decker mutters.
“And she won’t lift the curse,” Lucky adds.
“We’ve asked,” Jack says.
Lucky nods. “She’d probably consider it if Decker would give her the greenhouse, but he’s being stubborn.”
I look at Margie.
She slides anI have no idea what they’re talking about eitherlook at me, then turns back to the triplets. “So you think I got hit with the side blast because it was related to siblinghood?”
“Possible,” Jack says. “You ever had back luck in love?”
Margie does her one-eyed squint. “My best friend just hooked up with my ex, and it was…messy.”
And there she goes telling another lie that’s almost the truth.
The triplets share another look.
“She got hit with the blast,” Lucky says.
“Sorry, Margie,” Jack adds.
I clear my throat. “Did I too?” I deadpan, since they all know about Felice and my stepbrother.
“No, you just have shitty luck,” Decker replies.
Margie chokes on a giggle, then clears her throat. “Maybe I can talk to your neighbor about an uncursing. Since I’m innocent?—”
“Are you though?” I ask.
All four of them look at me.
So does the dog.
I pause just long enough to get a look from Margie, then I gesture to my face, where there’s still the barest hint of evidence of how Margie and I met. My hair has a little more, but I’ve been wearing hats all week to cover it, and I’m about to shave my beard down to scruff to get rid of the purple streaks in it too. “This doesn’t reek of innocence.”
“Wasn’t her fault,” Jack says.
“Agreed. Decker fucked up,” Lucky says.
They both look pointedly at him.
They know he did it on purpose.
Margie undoubtedly knows he did it on purpose too.
“Hey, Margie, are you allergic to macadamias?” Decker says, prompting snorts from his two brothers.
