They really did make better cookies. All of that Hersey nonsense was too sweet, and kind of gross, to be honest. The semi-sweet made better cookies. But he might not have put himself through the extra cost if it wasn't for Andy. Andy had always been his favorite. His baby brother; Kareem thought that he was probably everybody's favorite.
Kareem had already gotten through his anger, his trepidation about Taj and Andy getting themselves together, with Taj. It was lucky that he had. He could yell at Taj, a little, he could growl and pace and roar, and not cause any suicidal despair. He had gotten all of that out of his system, and now he could just stand, with a clean conscious and a heart lighter then he would have thought possible, and welcome the change to his family. The idea, though, the idea that he wouldn't like it because Andy wasn't good enough, though, that was just wrong. Wrong enough that Kareem sputtered for a moment, unable to figure out what to say about it. “It's not that,” he said. “Trust me, please. Trust me, it's never been about that. Never for a second.”