"He works," says Dean, bristling as he always does against the harsher tone he's come to associate with the celestial. "He works in that pet store, and he's got friends like he never had at home. I don't know what to do, aside from signing him up for a book club. Darrow's so small."

Dean sighs. "There's not a lot of places he can go to get away from me and experience other things."