And before Kinney darts away from the booth, she stretches over Farrow and flings her arms around me in a short hug. “I’m sorry. I was the turd this time,” she tells me. And then she looks to Farrow. “But not to you. You were late.” She skips off at that, and Jack follows my sister to film Holly and Kinney greeting each other. I’m about to apologize to Farrow, but he’s laughing hard. “God, your siblings.” I love him. I love that he loves my siblings, even when they’re emotional and wound up and taking jabs left and right.
