My eyes search out Law. He’s leaning against the porch railing, legs stretched out in front of him, laughing with my brothers and sisters. He’s seamlessly merged into the family dynamic, and everybody treats him like he’s not a guest, but a member of the family. Law’s quick wit and good sense of humor mean that he can give it as good as he gets when it comes to teasing and bantering, which is a skill as necessary as breathing when it comes to this bunch.
