Earlier today he pulled a TV dinner table down on himself when I was doing something in the kitchen. He fell down on the carpet and lay there with this two-pound table on top of him, wild-eyed with the drama of it all, like he was Joe Ben in Sometimes a Great Notion who gets pinned under the log. He looked up at me, not crying but tortured, like “You ignorant incompetent slut—you did this to me; you’re supposed to be watching me, but nooooooo …”
