I can be your sister, but I can’t manage your marriage.”

He was quiet for a moment.

“You’re right.”

“You keep saying that.”

“I know.

I need to do something with it.”

He picked up Mason for soccer the next morning.

He arrived with orange slices and a bottle of water, and Mason ran out to the car talking about how his team had finally learned to pass without everyone chasing the ball at once.