“Did you ever make wishes on shooting stars when you were a kid?” he asks. I know he’s looking at me without having to check. “I think every kid did that.” “What did you use to wish for?” “Isn’t the golden rule of wishing for something never telling anyone what you actually wished for?” “Are you saying that your wishes never came true?” “Not unless I’ve been walking around with a unicorn horn my entire life, no.” “You wished for a unicorn horn?” “I was a kid.
