In these rare moments of great tenderness and fragility, their sanity rattling like glass cups in a cupboard during a quake, Margot learned that families were our greatest source of pain, whether they had lost or abandoned us or simply scrubbed our heads. All of these feelings had turned into a kind of rage when Margot became a teenager, when the world demanded answers: Where is your dad? You don’t have a dad? What does your mom do for a living? You’ve been living in that apartment for how long?
