“Are you sayin’ that because you don’t know what you like to watch?”
I reached for my cup instead of answering.
“Do you have a favorite movie or TV show, love?”
I shook my head.
“Well, have you seen that new gay hockey show?”
“No.”
“What?” he gasped. “Okay. What about theBarbiemovie?”
“No.”
Benny exhaled slowly. “Okay. Let’s pull back to the classics.Lord of The Rings?”
“No.”
His jaw clenched. “Star Wars?”
I shook my head.
“The Princess Bride?”
I raised an eyebrow and shook my head again.
“Shrek?” he squeaked.
“Nope.”
“Come on.The Lion King?”
“Oh, I think maybe Matthew put that on for me and Logan when we were kids, but then he had to turn it off when Logan started crying about that lion dying.”
“You didn’t cry?”
“It’s acartoon.”
“I’m goin’ to pretend you didn’t just disrespect Mufasa like that.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Okay. Okay, this is fine.”
I had the feeling he was trying to convince himself more than me.
“All fine. We’ll just have to watch them. All of them. I’ll make a list.” He groaned. “No, but seriously, how have you not seenShrek? It’s been out since we were kids.”
I shrugged. “I didn’t watch much TV as a kid either.”
“Why?”
“My dad never wanted us to. Especially me. He said it was what rotted Logan’s brain.”
I’d forgotten that memory until it slipped from between my lips. Dad had often said things like that about Logan while we were growing up. He’d say it right in front of him too.
Through all the memories I’d shifted through recently, I understood more than ever why Logan had wanted to cut Dad off—and everything connected to him, which unfortunately included me. I only wished I could speak to him again, so I could explain to him that I was nothing like Dad.
