“You are a challenging child. You ask difficult questions.” “I think I’m a very easy child.” “How so?” He sipped his beer. “You never had to bail me out of jail, chase my boyfriend out of my bedroom, or try to console me because I missed my period and cried hysterically, worried that I might be pregnant. Cops were never called to the house because I had a giant party. I’ve never stolen your car . . .” He laughed. “You almost destroyed a prison that took me ten years to build. And you upset your grandmother.”
