“Well, I’m glad we cleared up this little misunderstanding,” Gregory said.

“It’s time you stopped living in a fantasy world, sweetie.”

Pamela slid out of the booth and started buttoning her expensive coat.

“Try to find a real job this week,” Pamela said.

“Something that actually paysss.”

Dustin grabbed a mint toothpick from the plastic dispenser on the table.

“Thanks for dinner, sis,” Dustin said.

“Let me know when the cookie fortune clears.”