You’re around each other now.” And then she said the thing.

“Growing up, you were the best parents.

Really.

But you were like — like two people running a very good business together.

Mom on one shift, Dad on the other.

I used to wonder, when I got older, if you even liked each other, or if you were just — colleagues.” She looked down at her coffee, embarrassed to have said it.

“It’s really nice,” she said quietly, “to see you like each other.