Kill me now.
Chris delayed as long as he could. Not out of cowardice but because he'd finally gotten past level thirteen hundred and something in Candy Crush. Damn those conveyor belts and chocolate pieces.
The peal of the doorbell startled him just as a bomb on his tiny screen exploded. It was followed by some woofing as Goshen pretended to be an actual dog.
No more hiding upstairs. He'd have to make an appearance.
Have to. What a joke. He didn't have to do anything.
But Chris had waited too long to slip away unnoticed. If he went downstairs now, he'd have to meet his dumbass cousin. He should climb out a window and hang in the city for a few hours instead. Let Isobel entertain Jesus, who would surely bore her to tears. With Jesus as the son of his goody-two-shoes uncle - God, Elyon
