He slams the door in their faces.

“Rude!” Dad points out from the other side of the door, and we laugh.

Renn turns to me, all business. “You all packed, sis?”

I nod, patting the duffel bag that I’m holding. Dad and Donna’s flight leaves from Oakland International Airport, so we couldn’t ride together.

“Finally. I’ll have the house to myself. Thank you, Big Guy.” Renn winks and points at the ceiling.

“You think having the house to yourself required divine intervention?” I raise an eyebrow.

Renn sighs. “It’s been really bad, Ev. These people have, like, no life at all. They’re always around.”

“There’s a solution for that,” I point out.

“Already thought about it.” Renn shakes his head. “I love them too much to kill them and make it look like a suicide pact.”

I laugh. “I mean rent an apartment, you jackass.”

“Excuse me?” Renn coughs, feigning shock. “This is San Francisco. I can’t even rent a storage locker.”

On the car ride to the airport, I ask, “Did you break up with that older chick?”

“I did, actually.”

“How’d she take it?”

“Too well for my fragile little ego.” He moves a toothpick around his mouth. “I think it was her wake-up call. She told me, ‘Oh my God, my boy toy is dumping me. I really did hit rock bottom.’”

“She sounds like a smart cookie,” I say, with all honesty. “Way too smart to be wasting time with your barely legal ass.”

He chuckles. “She decided to confront her husband as a result. They had a big blowup, and now they’re trying to work on their marriage. She quit her surfing lessons because her husband wasn’t comfortable with her being taught by a guy who knows what it feels like to put his dick into every hole in her body.”

“Surely, you could have told me this story without the last gross TMI bit.”

“Totally,” Renn agrees. “But where would be the fun in that? Good news is, the husband agreed to let go of the secretary he was screwing. In another universe this secretary and I hook up. I wonder if she is hot.” He frowns.

“Maybe. But in this universe, you’ll stick to girls your age. You know.” I side-eye him. “When I lived in Salem, I used to worry that your never-ending stream of girlfriends was due to mommy issues stemming from losing Mom when you were super young.”

“And what do you think now, Freud?” Renn spits the toothpick out the window, smirking.

“Now I just think you’re an immature tool bag.”

“See? It was a great idea to reconnect.” He faux punches me on the arm. “Now you know that I’m a fuckboy, and I know that you are still a gloomy chick who overthinks everything and has the taste buds of a five-year-old.”