Oliver stands, too, and pats me affectionately on the back. “You have us.” “It’s not the same,” I mutter. “No, man. Don’t buy that bullshit,” Viggo says, slapping his book on the table. “This idea that you’re all on your own, that your financial success or failure equates to your success or failure as a man. It’s seriously damaging, and it’s the lie that an oppressive capitalist patriarchal society wants us to live enslaved to.” All the brothers blink at him. “Wow, Viggo,” Ryder says. “Got some fire in there, don’t ya?”
