He takes our plates over to a small table in the kitchen my dad and I use a lot. We don't like to sit at the large dining room table. It seems silly when it's just the two of us. Before I can sit down, Ford pulls the chair out for me. It's a simple act, but it's really sweet. He sits with me, and his enormous body barely fits into the chair.

"Why should I be careful what I wish for?" I ask. I'm unable to stop myself.

"Eat your food, sweet pea. You're going to need your energy later."

I pause ...