Curls still damp, pink, and somewhat sticky, it sprayed me as his head whipped up to meet me. His eyes still looked sore, but it seemed almost unnoticeable beneath the way his eyes went wide as he looked at me. "No showty?"

"No shouting. No telling you off. Didn't you know, Lou?"

"No what, daddy?"

Thinking back to that dumb film that Johno had once made Lumen watch, the one that Lumen had once quoted himself, I said, "You're a wizard, Harry."

And like the fourth of July, his face became a display of excitement. "I a wizzar, 'Arry."

"You're my little wizard, Lou," I corrected myself. "You're mine and...