“That’s when it occurred to me.” Bea spread her hands. “You and Mom don’t have the same sense of humor. Like, at all. She likes slapsticky stuff, and you’re more into nerdy references and wordplay. That’s probably why she didn’t think you were funny, but you totally are. Ms. Owens is right.” He didn’t know quite what to say to that. “Thank you?” “And then she said how much she’d wished for a dad like you when she was my age. Someone to tell her she was working too hard and that she needed to get enough sleep.” Again, more information he desperately wanted, but coming from the wrong mouth.
