We Are Family

I am interviewing my dad’s wife, who isn’t my mother (long story) for my book this weekend. We’ve met once before, a long time ago. She just emailed me a video, writing, “I remember that you like cats. I like this cat.” It is Henri, the French existentialist cat. I think this is going to go well. As well as something that is as (potentially) amazingly awkward as this can possibly go.