“Goodnight, Abbu,” she says softly, then suddenly screams, “Goodnight, Mama!” The pretty pterodactyl screams back, “Goodnight, butterfly!” She hurries over in an oversized cartoon shirt and black tights, and I roll my eyes. Alina attacks Zoha’s face with a flurry of affectionate kisses. “Move, woman.” I push her aside and kiss Zoha’s forehead. “Move, man.” I drop flat on my ass while she cocoons Zoha in a warm embrace, playfully sticking her tongue out at me. “You’re going to pay for that.” “All bark and no bite—”
