Danny seemed to have gained a few abs because while Jordan carried him over his shoulder in front of me, he lifted his upper body to stare at me while crying.
"Stop that." I grimaced, not wanting to continue seeing him produce more snot.
"CAN YOU BE ANY MORE UNREFINED!" My grandmother suddenly yelled and threw a pack of tissues at Danny's face with a deadly force.
When the tissue pack met his face, he struck himself with his hands in an attempt to catch it.
I burst out laughing when my grandmother looked at me viciously.
"Show me your friends, and I'll tell you who you are."
So I couldn't even laugh at Danny because his behavior would fall back on me?
"And how fucking unrefined is it to store things in your cleavage?" I asked back, way louder than I intended to.
My grandmother stopped in her tracks before slamming my shin with her stick.
"THIS PIECE OF CLOTHING HAS A BREAST POCKET; DO YOU TAKE ME FOR A COURTESAN?"
