“Everything okay, Michie?” her dad asked. She sighed. Her dad was far more perceptive than he let on. “No, Daddy. But it will be.” He gave her a big hug and kissed the top of her head. “Let me know if you want me to . . .” “Dad, don’t be a stereotype,” she warned. “What? I was gonna say, let me know if you want me to leave bad Yelp reviews for his gym.”
