“I keep choking on this. But I need to tell you about Mother. She is a lot to handle.” “Does she have the normal amount of human hands?” That got Homily to laugh so abruptly that she lost her balance and tipped over. Shesheshen caught her by the arms, letting her lean as much weight as she liked. It was a pleasant pressure. Homily said, “Okay, okay. You’re invincible.” “I would like to be. I would pick even more fights.” “Mother is a profoundly political person, and she takes everything personally. It’s best not to say much around her.” “I love not talking,” Shesheshen said,
