“My dad was a fairy," said Zach. "And by that I don't mean he dressed well and enjoyed musical theatre.”

“Is Joe your father, Zach?'I don't know where the question came from, but it was out, and I couldn't take it back even if I'd wanted to.'No.' Zach shook his head. 'I never knew my dad. I don't know anything about him.”

“Victoria glares at him. 'It doesn't mean anything if you don't mean it.'Zach smiles. 'My dear, I never mean it.”

“That's three times you've hurt my feelings in one conversation," he said a bit gruffly."Three times?" I really hadn't mean to be rude.He counted on his fingers. "You don't like my music. I'm a soccer dad. And I'm good-looking... 'for a rock star'. ”

“I asked my dad what afflicted meant and he said 'Sickness son, and things that don't fit.”

“I don't enjoy good food. I don't enjoy flashy cars. I don't care if I live in a dump. I don't enjoy good clothes. This is the best I've dressed in months.”