Of you.

Of Odie.

Of Bea especially.

“Dad, I’m twenty-four years old and I’ve been managing how I feel about my own mother so that it doesn’t upset my sisters since I was about thirteen.”

I said something inadequate.

And Teddy said: “I’m not asking you to fix it.

I’m telling you because you’re about to have a weekend where six people are going to have six completely different Saturdays, and every single one of us is going to be watching the other five to see what we’re allowed to feel.

“That’s what our family does.