“He kind of flunked out of his last school,” Willow explains, “and he was supposed to graduate in May, but they’re holding him back until December since he’s missed more school than he’s attended.” Jonathan drums the table with two fingers. You know that saying: if you have nothing nice to say, don’t say it at all? Yeah, Hales don’t do that. “He sounds like a loser.” Lo pipes in, “I flunked out. Am I a loser, Dad?” “Of college,” he corrects his son. “And you’re a Hale, which means that I love you no matter what shitty thing you do or how apathetic you are.”
