She had never said that before.
I tucked a curl behind her ear. “Then I will try to love him too, my darling, unless he chews with his mouth open.”
“I have limits.”
“I really love him.
***
Now, Julian sat across from me, cutting chicken with his left hand.
Leo had been left-handed.
“So, Julian,” I said. “Where did you grow up?”
“Mostly Michigan,” he said. “A few towns, really.”
“Military family?”
“No, nothing like that. My dad moved around before I was born.”
Lila glanced at me. “Mom, don’t start.”
“I’m not starting. I’m asking.”
“Where did you grow up?
“That’s how you start the interrogations.”
