“We’re missing a few members presently, but welcome to the dysfunctional section of the Bergmans.” “Frankie!” Willa snorts. “What?” Frankie shrugs, holding my eyes. “It’s true. This is what they do, love people who’ve got baggage and hang-ups. The Bergmans are different. We’re different from them, no judgment, just a fact. They don’t see love like we do, with conditions and clauses, end dates and disappointments, and it’s a mindfuck at first. We get it. You’re not alone. If you ever think you are, we’re here.”
