I’m secretly enjoying their banter. It was less than fifteen months ago that the three of us were in a different place, a different headspace, where Ford and I were at complete odds with Callahan. Disappointment. Anger. Resentment. Unresolved feelings that arose after our father’s death threatened to tear us apart. But look at us now. Now we can call each other assholes and fuckers, laughing while we do it, knowing our bond is stronger than ever.
