Born on June 30
Cancer
Every storyteller wants you in the front row, laughing at the right bits and remembering the whole thing afterwards.
Tell them about your week and they’ll lean in, gasp on cue and ask for every detail of the part you hurried past. Other people’s stories are their favourite kind.
Their jokes arrive sideways: a raised eyebrow first, then a line that has the whole table laughing a beat later. Nobody is ever the butt of one; they’re far too tender with people for that.
Born on the 30th, they tell things vividly too. Burn the dinner in front of them and by the weekend it’s a legend, told so kindly that you come out of it as the hero.