“Have you considered law?” I ask as she reaches for a towel and wipes her mouth. “Actually, I have. Environmental law. I think I’d be a good attorney protecting the forest and polar bears.” Her gaze drifts pointedly to her pajamas—they’re covered with cartoon polar bears wearing Santa hats. “I’d hire you,” I say as we head down the hall to her room. “I already have my first client, and I haven’t even gone to law school yet.” “Let alone high school,”
