During the course of one visit, I’m asked if I want a tangerine probably seven times. If I say no to an offer of food or fruit, he just waits and asks me again twenty minutes later. “There’s chicken in the fridge, Jason. Eat.” There’s always chicken in the fridge at Dad’s. Unless it’s already on the table. Chicken and jurisprudence might be the two things Dad loves most in the world, aside from his wife.
