““Your parents are still happily married?” “Yeah, go figure. How many marriages do you know of that are still going strong after thirty years?” His eyes twinkle. “My parents are still happy after thirty-five years. I guess you and I are like some weird science experiment. It kinda sucks, really.” Frowning, I ask, “Why?” He throws the rest of his drink back, his eyes still twinkling. “When you don’t come from a fucked-up family, you””
