Lo motions between Jonathan and Willow. “How’d this go?” He diverts the conversation. Thanks, Lo. “I’m guessing good. I don’t see any tears.” Willow gives him a weak smile. Our dad opens a sugar packet. “Hales are stronger than that.” Lo leans back in his chair. “Oh yeah, we’re indestructible.” He looks to our father. “You know what I think, Dad?” “What?” Wariness grips his darkened eyes as he waits for Lo’s punchline with the rest of us. “Hales are made of glass. We’re sharp, but we break easily.”
