The disappointments seemed to escape the family’s notice, though. That was another of their quirks: they had a talent for pretending that everything was fine. Or maybe it wasn’t a quirk at all. Maybe it was just further proof that the Whitshanks were not remarkable in any way whatsoever.
Remember how, whenever you went home after school with one of your friends, that friend would go into a little whirl of show-and-tell the instant you reached her house? “Here’s our new couch,” and “This is my hamster,” and “Wait till you taste my mom’s Dreamsicle pie!” And I, of course, would do the same whenever a friend came to my house. There’s something touching about the way that even the most ordinary family considers itself to be special.
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