You get to love your dad.

You also get to be upset with him.

Those things don’t cancel each other out.”

She rested her cheek against my sweater.

“That’s confusing.”

“It is.”

We stood together while Claudia scraped plates into the sink.

The smell of cinnamon and roasted vegetables drifted through the room, and someone in the living room started singing along badly to a holiday song.