Melvin fell into a long, profound silence.
“By the way,” Jimmie added, twisting the knife, “you’re a year older than Shanley, aren’t you, Melvin?”
If he recalled correctly, the three brothers were fraternal triplets, which explained their different appearances. At twenty-eight, Melvin was indeed a year older than Shanley.
“Hello?” Melvin said, gritting his teeth, feigning a bad connection. “My signal’s cutting out.”
Jimmie: “No problem, I’ll say it again—”
“Can’t hear you,” Melvin cut him off before he could land another blow. “Let’s talk when we meet. Hanging up.”
Dammit. That bastard Jimmie. He hoped he'd be single forever!
“Hahahaha.” Hearing the dial tone, Jimmie threw his head back and laughed heartily.
“CRUNCH—”
The next second, his joy turned to disaster. He'd rear-ended someone.
“Sorry about that!” Jimmie’s smile vanished as he scrambled out of the car. “Are you hurt?”
A car to his left had suddenly accelerated, forcing him to swerve right and clip the back of a motorcycle. The bike wobbled and fell, shattering a mirror, though the rider seemed to be okay.



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