“If someone needs your help, you help them,” I said. “Even when it’s really hard. Miss Molly told me that about you.” Because what if Miss Molly had told me the kid-safe version of the truth about my dad? What if he wasn’t as good as she said he was? What if he didn’t want to take care of a daughter who had issues? Who was really hard to be around? But he looked at me and then he smiled, and I suddenly felt warm inside, like I’d had all the hot French fries in the world. “Yeah,” he said, winking at me and rapping a fist cheerfully on the table. “Yeah. That’s right.”
