Hamilton had a complaint. “Why did you have to tell the cops I’m your boyfriend? That’s gross, Amy. We’re related!” Amy was disgusted. “We had a common ancestor, like, five hundred years ago. Besides, if they think we’re together, we only have to come up with one story, and I can do all the talking.” “Hey, I got an early acceptance to Notre Dame,” Hamilton said defensively. “I can talk.” “Of course you can,” Amy soothed. “It’s what you say that might get us into trouble.
