“Thanks for telling me,” I say.
He meets my gaze, steady and open. “You have the right to know. And I’m not trying to diminish what happened when I say I think the feud is blown out of proportion. I just meant that if Dale and Dad had any sense at all, we could’ve avoided this whole thing.”
“Yeah.” I sigh. Raised voices, anger, and fighting always makes me uncomfortable, and I don’t understand hostility and intolerance. I know I’m na?ve, but I wish everyone would just get along.
The chill is starting to make me feel sluggish and I bounce on my toes and shake out my hands in an attempt to warm up. “How are you not freezing to death?” I ask, gesturing at his hoodie. “You’re not even wearing a hat and you don’t have any hair.”
He chuckles and waggles his eyebrows. “I’m warm-blooded.”