"So," Mrs. Erikson said, "You promised last time you'd tell me about him."
She saw my expression. "Come now, Thomas, we all must know who has stolen you from us."
I began styling her hair and resigned myself. "Well, he's…different. And difficult. Stubborn, and abrasive, and annoying. Very, very annoying.
"He's also a good person. A really good person. He helps whoever needs it, and does whatever he believes is right, regardless of obstacles. Always."
"My," she said after a pause. "He sounds wonderful."
I shrugged, a little embarrassed.
Her eyes lit up. "Does he have a brother?"
I laughed.