A tear slides down his face as he nods. “I’m just so mad at Paul.” “We all are,” Miles chimes in. “I think Paul needs help. Sometimes, people have problems that can’t be solved on their own. It’s hard to understand why they do the things they do, and they don’t mean to be the way they are.” “So, hopefully, Paul gets the help he needs.” Josie claps her hands. “End of story. Now clear your plates and go be kids.”
