“What’s going to happen to him, Dad?” Maggie asked.
My Friend smiled at her and patted her hand with his. His hand could have held four of hers. “We get him a good night’s sleep, a bath—that kind of thing. Then, when he’s ready, I’ll go with him to go talk to his parents. I’ll give him some basic lessons on how not to let his abilities get out of control, and after that we’ll see what he wants to do.”
“You’re going to stand by him,” Maggie said carefully. Though she really meant by me.
“Yes,” My Friend said simply.
Maggie tightened her grip on his hand.
I was tired. But I leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the ear.
“Yick!” My Friend said, smiling. “Gross!”
But what he meant was, Good Dog.