“Beautiful,” June agrees, and her eyes flutter closed. She puts her thumb in her mouth and drifts off to sleep, using Dallas as her pillow. He doesn’t seem to mind. “See? Kids never lie,” he says. “Can I see the back of your outfit? Please?” I do an exaggeratedly slow circle and take my time. I’m teasing him a little bit, but it’s only fair to make him suffer when he’s sitting there in gray sweatpants that have no right to look as good as they do. “Like this?” “That’s perfect, Maven.”
