Clearly he thinks this is a major emergency, yet I can’t help but smile as he bows while he serves us, before taking a seat beside my mother and focusing entirely on me. “Did you kill someone?” he asks without pause, totally serious, and I stare at him wordlessly, praying that he’s joking, as my mom laughs. “What? You know if she killed someone, I would totally go to jail for her, but I just need to get some things in order first.”
