Harper joins me in the kitchen, giving my shoulder a nudge. “Hey, biggest brother. How’s life?” “Life is life. Are you playing tonight?” I ask Harper, already knowing her answer. She makes a face. “I brought a book. Poker doesn’t interest me.” She pauses. “It’s weird being here rather than home.” “Thank you! It’s totally weird.” “It’s probably a good thing,” Harper says, and this is where we’ll disagree.
