“You’re lucky you don’t have any sisters,” Libby whispered to him while they waited.
“Why’s that?” Andy asked. He thought Jake was bad enough.
“On the way over here, Hannah told my mom and dad to stop and get me more diapers. She said I’m going to leak again. She thinks I wet the bed instead of your brother.”
Andy looked at Hannah. She had her back to them and her cell phone out, no doubt texting her friends. Before he could talk himself out of it, he scooped a handful of wet snow off a nearby bush and flung it at her butt. She spun around angry, demanding to know who did it. Neither Andy nor Libby gave anything away.
“Urgh!” she said, barging inside the restaurant.
Libby giggled. “Thanks,” she said.
“Sure,” said Andy. “Any time.”