“Your socks are going to be so dirty,” I say. “I don’t care,” Wade says. “I don’t care about the socks and I don’t care why you’re here. In a good way.” There’s the Wade we know, Theo. He’s always getting the sentiment right and the words wrong, but there’s no getting mad at him because it’s almost as if saying the wrong thing is his f irst language, and he can’t quite shake it off.
