“He’ll be pissed off at that one.” Donna’s still fiddling with the beads. “He’s so hard on himself, but that’s how he got here.” She gestures at the ice. “Ever since he was a kid, he’s taken on all the responsibility. I worry about him.” A smile lifts on her mouth, and she glances at me. “I’m really glad he has you to help out. He takes on too much.”
