Josh already had his nose glued to his phone, ignoring her. He was back to being his usual annoying self, she sniffed peevishly.
“Nice to meet you, Tracy,” Brett nodded politely. “Have a seat.”
Tracy sat on the edge of the old leather sofa.
When Brett plopped down on the center cushion, the whole couch bounced. Brett didn’t seem to notice, though, as he was focused on his phone.
“Ah, you’re right, Josh. Montana!” he burst out,
leaning forward suddenly.
Tracy didn’t have a clue what they were talking about.
The boys seemed oblivious to her continued existence, which was fine...