“If that’s all you know, then you get to decide what he was really like. Maybe he was an awesome guy. Maybe he only broke people’s fingers if they really deserved it. And maybe he passed all his awesomeness down to you.” “I could pretend that’s the truth, but it wouldn’t be real,” I said. “Why not?” she asked. “He’s just a picture in a book. Why can’t he be who you want him to be?”
