‘You hate fish?’ Sunshine squeaks – she obviously finds this one even more unbelievable than flying. ‘Yeah, tuna especially, though,’ my dad answers for me. ‘She says it’s a bit off-key.’ Sunshine looks at me. ‘What?’ she asks. I look to Dad, because I have no idea what that means either. ‘She finds it off-key,’ he says again, slower this time. ‘Because you can’t tuna fish.’ Lord. Have. Mercy.
