“What?” Sean asked with his first mouthful of food. He was starving. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a meal that wasn’t liquid.
“What are you going to do?”
“Eat this,” he said, waving his fork over the plate.
“About Emma.”
“Nothing to do. I can’t be what she wants.” He shoveled the food in faster, not quite chewing before swallowing. He knew when Jimmy got like this, he’d keep pushing and this conversation would take another ugly turn. He just hoped the food would stay down.
“What does she want that you can’t be?”
“You heard the list.”
“Like Norah said, that’s all part of growing up.”
Sean dropped his fork with a clank. “Forget it. I’m not going to start being you, Jimmy. It’d kill me.”
“Who said you have to be me?”
“My whole life, you’ve been stuck taking care of all
