Schuyler is grappling with emotions that are new for her, and with the idea of relationships and a family of her own one day. It's all been so fantastical until now, and her ideas of the kind of person she might be in a relationship with are still very fluid and mostly kept to herself. ("I think I might like girls," she said timidly at one point in the interview. Sorry, grandparents.) Last week, at my aunt's funeral, Schuyler's natural sensitivity and empathy overwhelmed her a little. She wept openly for someone she's essentially never met, because she looked around and saw people she loved crying, and because she was faced with the reality of The End. On the long drive back to Dallas, she asked a lot of questions about death and the people she loved. I could tell she was thinking of her parents in particular and what the world would look like after we're gone. She's catching on that adulthood has some hidden traps, and some deep sorrows.