“Even if that is true, what does a person do about it? The things your parents say and the things your husband doesn’t say become a mirror, don’t they? You see yourself as they see you, and no matter how far you come, you bring that mirror with you.” “Break it,” Jean said. “How?” “With a gosh dang rock.” Jean leaned forward. “I’m a mirror, too, Elsa. You remember that.”
