“Uncle Hadjar! Why are you so smart?” “I used to eat a lot of fish when I was a kid!” “Eww,” Shakur grimaced. “Fish! I hate fish!” “Don’t tell your father that.” “Why not?” “Oh, believe me, it’ll worry him greatly, he loves it.” “Even more than mom?” The boy was startled. Hadjar pretended to think about it, “No, he still loves your mother more... probably.” Dora shot him a glare.”
