sorry that I felt like I couldn’t come to him, that I had to navigate it all by myself, but Magnolia frowned at him and said, “He wasn’t alone, he had me.” And my dad smiled at her and said, “I beg your pardon, he did too.” And then he said he understood, he thinks, why we are how we are. Don’t even know what that means anymore because all I know about us now is that we’re together. But maybe that’s what he meant. Maybe that’s how we’ve always been. Just together. Or trying to be.
