boot. “Friendship,” he said. “I’m not going to put down family. Family is a field of hay, a well of water, whatnot. But friendship is a sausage. Or, no, it’s not a sausage. Romance is a sausage. Friendship is a lemon. Do you know what sailors take on their journeys to the here-be-monsters parts of the maps? They take lemons, because lemons are steadfast.
