“You’ll be a good dad,” I offer. I think that’s true. Probably overbearing and overprotective, but I know that as many screws as he may have loose—like we all do—he’ll be better than our fathers. He’ll do things differently. He’ll love with his whole heart, and he won’t force them to choose between love and duty. He won’t let them get girls entangled in a game that could cost them their lives. And if it is a girl, he’ll never push her away. He’ll be good. Better, at least, and that’s a start. “I doubt it,” he says indifferently. “But she’ll make up for it. She’ll be perfect. She is perfect.”
