“You shall love your crooked neighbor with your crooked heart,” I said. “What?” “It’s from a poem by Auden. It’s something Freddie used to say sometimes.” “What’s it mean?” “That nobody is perfect, I think.” “Well,” River replied. “That’s the truest thing said round the world today.”

“You shall love your crooked neighbor with your crooked heart,” I said. “What?” “It’s from a poem by Auden. It’s something Freddie used to say sometimes.” “What’s it mean?” “That nobody is perfect, I think.” “Well,” River replied. “That’s the truest thing said round the world today.”

— April Genevieve Tucholke