And this is Nora’s permanent, impossible bind. If her children are perfect just as they are, then why is she so angry at Belsum? If they’ve caused such damage, where is her proof? And if the proof is us, doesn’t that mean we are broken indeed? She sees my skepticism, or maybe it’s my scorn. “It’s possible to want two things at once, you know.” I do, of course. “Even opposite things. Even things that contradict and contraindicate. We don’t talk about that enough.”
