My nephew shows up late. I don’t like this. I know my way around a bike just fine, but that’s not the point. I didn’t specify that I was on a schedule for today, and that’s not the point either. I did ask if he could be here by eight and he’d said yes. In our family, we prioritize each other.

”Cal, you’re looking rough, son.” His eyes are a little bloodshot and he doesn’t seem to have showered. ”Things going okay in ...