I feel restless, unsettled, a little, and I know it’s because Kit just—she just puts herself out there, telling me this thing about her and her brother, and I’m still dammed up. I try and imagine what she’d say if I told her how I took it about Dad and Sharon. That’s new, that imagining—because while I’ve been told by more than one woman that I had problems communicating, I don’t think I’ve ever thought once about how I might go about doing it better.
