no conversations, nothing. We
moved through the house as
strangers, at different times.
Complete silent treatment. Then
one morning you’re in the kitchen
and there’s a nod. “Hey.” “Hey.”
Then a week later it’s “Did you see
the thing on the news?” “Yeah.”
Then the next week there’s a joke
and a laugh. Slowly, slowly, life goes
back to how it was. Six months, a
year later, you do it all again.
—One afternoon I came home from
Sandringham and my mom was
very upset and worked up.