I walk through our front door and straight out the back and realize it is not our home I’ve passed through, but Rolf’s. I pause at the newly planted hedges and look at one house and then the other and ask myself if what I think just happened really did, but I talk myself out of it.
When you're willing to disregard something because it makes no sense, rather than deal with the sheer fear of whatever it means if it really DID happen.
