“Well, I said you were stubborn, self-righteous, territorial, especially at the gym . . .” he says, pretending to list my flaws. “Generally, a little unhinged. Your dad fully agreed. Said you’d always been that way and there was little chance of changing you. He practically begged me to take you off his plate.” I give him a playful whack on the chest. “God, your ego really is the size of Boston.” He squeezes my thigh under the table, a knowing grin spreading over his lips.
