“Hey. Where’s Bella?
“Over there, talking to some guy.” Carl gestured with a french fry to the couple standing by the counter, never taking his gaze off them as he spoke.
Janet sat down next to him and helped herself to a french fry smothered in ketchup. Carl didn’t even blink. Janet waved her hand in front of his face, but his gaze remained fixed on their sister. “Wow. Really?”