"Hey now, everyone has to start from somewhere," I tell him, shifting a little so I can better face him. "I'm not sayin' I'll make you start cooking in there, but maybe you could help with prepping things eventually. And I could always use some help cleaning if you ever have the time between running around everywhere."

Part of me wants to ask a little more about this WICKED stuff and what it is he thinks or knows that he did. I still don't really understand it all. And it's still so, so hard for me to imagine he could've done anything to harm people.