dinner at Flatiron. I’m looking forward to tomorrow, I’d said. Book 16 is one of my favorite books. What did you think? The reunion scene? At that moment, he spit the piece of steak he’d been chewing onto the side of the plate. Oh, come on, Daddy, I sputtered. Jesus. Really. What? he barked, halfway between defensive and irritated. It was all gristle! He glared at me. My
