“Don’t be mean to him,” she demanded. “Momma said we shouldn’t be mean to people who are hurt!” She wobbled precariously on the cushion, and I steadied her with my good elbow. “I can when he was being dumb in the first place—ˮ “He was protecting us!” “Jules, baby.” Harry raised an eyebrow at her wife. “Need I remind you that you’re an adult and you are arguing with an eight-year-old?”
