Ain't No Rest for the Wicked

"We're going home for lunch today, remember?" Molly chided, glancing sideways at Zack. He groaned and blew out smoke. He knew that by home she meant Huntington Beach, and the only reason she ever dragged him there was to see her parents. Neither one of then liked going, but Molly knew her mother liked to see her daughter from time to time and she saw no reason to deprive the woman of seeing her only coherent child.

"I don't understand why we even bother to go, you don't even like your parents," Zacky complained.

Molly shrugged, taking another sip of her coffee. "I don't like anybody."

"You like me."