About Mark’s totally elusive but semantically impressive job that allowed them to pay for their dumb suburban house while also keeping him away from said house most of the time? About the minutiae of her days with Ben, serving him sickening circles of hot dog and green beads of edamame, scalding her wrist testing his bathwater, reading him Snuggle Puppy for the thirty thousandth time, trying to keep him alive and teach him how to be a good person in spite of the fact that she herself felt neither good nor alive most of the time?
