The Joke's on MeHappy Friday, everyone! Today I’m participating in a different sort of blog hop. Each week, the Boomer Lit Friday blog hop will feature snippets from a variety of “baby boomer” novels. Make sure to check out excerpts from other participating authors, too.

Today, here’s a bit from The Joke’s on Me:

“Bad workshop?” Joey shook his napkin out of its complicated arrangement, set it in his lap, and returned his full attention to me.

“It’s Ethan.” I let out my breath. “He came home high last night. Courtesy of his father’s stash. He said it was a one-time deal, but I don’t believe him. I’m pretty sure Jude’s oblivious. Lev probably thinks it’s a big joke. And poor Aunt Frankie’s trapped in the middle, laying out all the terrible things that could happen to him and threatening to tell his mother if he doesn’t shape up.”

“And poor Aunt Frankie never partied with the burnouts in the Drama Club way back when?”

I raised an eyebrow.  “We only pretended to inhale. So what are we supposed to do when Junior asks why Mommy and Daddy look so stupid in all of those old pictures?”

“Hope and pray good sense skips a generation.”

“Hey.” I pretended to take great offense. “I do the jokes. You’re supposed to be the straight man.”

He regarded me with great seriousness. “Frankie, if I’m not a straight man, one of us is at the wrong table.”