"What's sleep?" Jessie Girardi said, taking a drink of her coffee.
"My back hurts," she responded, ignoring Jessie.
"You fell out of your stool dude. It should."
"You jinxed me!" Jessie raised an eyebrow.
"You're kidding. How old are you Rove, six?"
"Hey, I'm older than you are."
"Ooh, by a whole four months. Such an elder."
"Are you making fun of me?" Jessie shook her head.
"Of course not. Can I call you Jer?"
"That was random. Why Jer?"
"Your initials moron."
"I am not a moron, freak."
"I'm going to punch you soon." Judith took a bite of her sandwich.
"You wouldn't punch me." To prove her wrong, Jessie leaned across the lunch table and punched her cousin.
"Ow! Hey! Not cool!" Jessie shrugged.
"Coming over to pretend to study tonight?"
"Of course. Hopefully aunt Grace won't try to kill uncle Luke this time."
"Mom said he deserved it."
"Why?"
"I didn't want details. They're my parents dude." Judith laughed.
"Good point."