“Oh, this is bad,” Trevor said as he stood there, rubbing the back of his neck as he watched the reason that his cousin was going to kill him somehow manage to make it the rest of the way up onto his roof.
“Mikey, sweetheart,” Zoe said, trying not to panic as she looked around for something to make this right while Trevor stood there, biting back a curse because he’d left his fucking ladder at the house that he was flipping on Oak Street. “Why don’t you come down here so that we can talk?”
“Social distancing! Social distancing!” the girl that had held her own a lot longer than he’d thought she would, said, clearly on the verge of a nervous breakdown.