“So, I got an odd message from you know who yesterday.”

“Oh, really. What now?”

“He says that he doesn’t want to see you.”

“What does that mean exactly?”

“He doesn’t want to see you. He can’t handle it. It’s just too stressful for him.”

“Wow. So where does that leave us in terms of exchanges when I’m watching the kids?”

“He says he would appreciate it if you stayed inside and away from the windows when he’s supposed to pick them up.”

“And you want me to do that?”

“Would you just do me a favor on this one?”

“I guess. It doesn’t feel great.”

“I know. It won’t always be this way.”

“And the kids know about this request that he’s made?”

“Seems like they do, yes.”

“He shouldn’t be sharing that stuff with them.”

“I know but let’s be frank: there’s quite a bit that he shouldn’t be doing.”

“At some point, you’re going to have to stop accommodating him.”

“I know.”

“What he could really use is a therapist.”

“You’re probably right, but, even if he went, it’s not like he’d go to therapy for narcissism.”

“He’s a very special guy.”

“You don’t have to remind me. I lived in that prison way longer than I should have.”