Chapter 153
Rohan lay on the hood of his Shelby, staring up at the stars, earbuds in his ears, rolling the piece of curved bone between his index finger and thumb. The slight widening of his eyes was his only reaction to us. He swiped at his phone, removed the headphones and stuffed both in his pocket along with the bone fragment.
"One twin that looks like a raccoon. And one that smells like he was set on fire." He shook his head. "Is this normal for you two?"
"Ha!" I fist pumped. "I totally won our twin war."
"Twin war?" Rohan looked confused. "What are you talking about?"
"Often hard to know with Nava," Ari said.
"True," Rohan agreed. "She's very confusing."
"What you mean boys," I said, "is, 'Aren't we lucky Nava provides a certain je ne sais quoi to liven up our otherwise stultifyingly dull routines?'"
"'Je ne sais quoi?'" Rohan said.