Dad busies himself untying and retying the straps of his shoes. His face is turned away from me, so I can’t see his expression, but I think . . . his shoulders are shaking? “Dad, are you laughing at me?” I ask. “Tell me that you’re not laughing at me right now.” He doesn’t answer, just unties and reties his straps again. “You’re laughing. At your precious daughter who’s been maimed by a yak,” I continue. His whole body is shaking now. “Dad!” I say. “I can’t believe this. I nearly died out there, because you’ve kept a central reality of the world from me, just like your mother did to you, I
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Ambrose is so good omg I love him, with his little ADHD mannerisms and the fact that him and Kodiak still disagree on so many things — but I love how he's the softer one, the healer, the gardener, it feels right.
