"Well, you'll need one after this," Jeff said, reaching for some ore quarters. "I'll see how I feel and no offence, man, but I don't where other people's swimsuits." He thought he'd say that, in case Noah 'went there'. He didn't think he would, but just so things were clear.
"Mind if I go again? Or can I treat you to a round?" His hand paused over the slot. The batting cages were great, but Noah was better at hitting than he was. Jeff could be there for hours, trying to get rid of his frustrations.
"And the marriage, mostly. Judy wants all the sex details. Em wants to know about insurance and how our finances are split and have we seen a lawyer? Matt wants to know if she has a sister. Mom wants to know if the kids will be raised Jewish. Dad wants to know if we need counselling."
Jeff regarded Noah with an even look. "I want to kill them all. At least Oma and Opa are staying out of it..."