She’d created different categories for the thoughts she stored away. Worries About My Looks, Concerns About the Children, and Scary Thoughts in Social Situations, to name a few. Her favorite was the Bin of Blissful Ignorance, to which she’d consign all her troublesome thoughts if she could. She dumped her worry about her father, along with her concerns for Adam’s safety, into the When Men Refuse to Listen to Reason box—one that was frequently overflowing—and shut the lid.
