"Talk to the dream king," he said, dialing back into the conversation again. "He could probably tell you." He stared off into the distance, where a mother was trying to convince a child to come off of a jungle gym and go home, while the father looked on.
"Every family is a dictatorship run by its sickest member," he said flatly, his eyes fixed on the group in the distance. "The trick...is figuring out who that is."