"Cause your brother's gotta help me with a few things," Mick interrupts. "You know me, never was able to read more than a few words without things going all screwy." She gets a wink and a tap to his temple. And Lisa, even in her youth had never ever considered mocking Mick for his inability to read more than a few words without screwing them up. The diagnosis of dyslexia would come decades too late, long after the damage had been done. "You'd get bored listening to me and your brother anyway."

Mick shoos her towards the couch and manages to get in one of her favorite movies with a blanket and pillow tucked securely around her before he heads back to the kitchen, fishing out a pair of beers for him and his partner.