I nod. “You’ll like her. She wears poofy dresses and talks to pigeons.” He lifts his eyebrows. “She sounds ridiculous.” “As I said, you’ll like her. Or should I say, you won’t dislike her.” He rolls his eyes, and we both turn back toward the TV, where a cartoon prince is chasing a troll, and out of the corner of my eye, I swear I see him smile.
