“So what if you are?” Ryke says. “Weirdos are fucking cool.” “Really?” she asks, frowning. She doesn’t chide him for cursing since all our kids know that Uncle Ryke is allowed to say bad words. “Yeah, really.” He messes her hair and then fits her Wampa cap on her head. It must’ve been in her backpack. “And to add to what your dad told you. Friends come and fucking go. Family is forever.”
