‘You’re very quiet,’ said my mother, in hurt tones. ‘Well,’ I said, ‘I agree with Connie.’ For the most part I did agree with Connie. But if Connie had been arguing for a moon made entirely of cheese, I would have agreed with her too. I was going to be on her side from now on, and my parents saw this, and were saddened by it, I think. But what choice did I have? In a fight you side with the people you love. That is just how it is.
