“Yes, we’re doing okay,” Mom said. I was impressed by Mom and her restraint. Things Mom did not say, but could have said: Oh, you know. I’ve been thinking of killing myself. Oh, I’ve been thinking of smashing the mirror with my fist and dragging the pieces along my wrist. I’ve been thinking of that cemetery, where we buried my daughter. Remember how your son killed my daughter? That son you’re having a party for tonight? He drove her pretty little face straight into a tree. Enjoy your Eggos!
