Rainn tried shark for the first time at a small café called Smithy’s. It was paired with flaky and delicious fried dough.
“So,” Sam said, “tell me a story.”
Rainn had trouble concentrating because he could see Sam’s bulge from where he sat. He hoped his own erection wasn’t obvious. “Um. Do you mean like Jack and the Beanstalk?”
“No, about you. I know what. Tell me about a wish you’d make if you had a genie. But it can’t be unlimited wishes or world peace.”
“I’m terrible at telling stories, but I must love hearing them. Because my wish would be for everyone to be able to trace their family history back for thousands of years. Maybe until the time when people didn’t have names. But they’d get to know the stories of all those ancestors, too.”
Sam looked up. “Fascinating. I would love tha
