“Good, we thought you were turning into Dad for a second,” Xander says. Luna nods. “Butts in the seat before you eat.” Her impression of our dad is spot on. “No, Kinney, you can’t have wine at the table.” Kinney pours herself a glass of water. “If you want to drink the blood of your enemies, use grape juice.” We’re all smiling. “Lily would definitely be punching Lo’s arm,” Farrow adds, light behind his brown eyes. Fondness drifts around us. We love our parents, and them not being here tonight—when they promised—is like a giant void.
