"That's hard." Saturday puts her bat down, too. "My brother fucked up pretty bad a while back, ended up - really hurting me and my friends, not that he meant to." Dipshit. "For a while it looked like we'd never get to hash things out. It was hard to think we'd have to leave things just - up in the air and hurting."

Not that it had hurt any less when they'd seen Solomon again. If Maggie hadn't read him for filth Saturday and Sol would still be going at it hammer and tongs - how that man had ended up so bad at apologizing she would never know. It's not like pops hadn't taught them manners.

She glances around the room. There's not a lot left unsmashed.

"I wonder when we get to be done with this." She gestures to indicate she means the room, and not, like, the general this-ness of their respective lives.