“My great grandbabies in there right now? Or are you hanging around looking for women?” Lincoln squints at him like that last question was ridiculous. “Post-therapy manicure day,” he says to his grandfather. “Rough one today?” Griz asks him. “Depends on what they talked about,” Lincoln says. I feel like I shouldn’t be here for this discussion, but he looks at me and says, “We’re a pro-therapy crew.”
