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I quickly got in and watched him walk around the front of the car. He seemed to be pondering the question. "No," he said as he climbed in and buckled his seatbelt. "He's not really like me at all. He's kind of the opposite of me." "What do you mean?" "He's not independent." "What does that mean exactly?" "He lives off my parents' money. He's never held a job for more than a few weeks." James pulled out of the parking lot. "Oh. So is he close with your parents?" "It's funny. I felt like I was the only one of my siblings who ever listened to them. And they like me the least." "I'm sure that isn't true." He didn't say anything. "Do your parents know about me? Do they know about your divorce?" "They know I filed for divorce. I told them about it before I did it. They tried to talk m
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