Al said, “My parents fought so much when I was a kid. They were like cats in a pillowcase getting carried to the fucking river. But back then I thought it was my fault and that I could maybe stop them by being good—which you can’t, for your information.” He blew smoke. The ocean sighed. “So be good for you first and foremost, Griffin. You weren’t put on the planet to make sure they love each other, okay?” “Okay.”
