“I’m convinced of one thing. My sister is so obsessed with love because it helps her avoid thinking about real problems. Love is a distraction! It’s so much simpler to cry on Monday over her first husband, whom she says she’ll love the rest of her life, and then get back together with her second husband on Wednesday, after a fleeting infatuation with a man she met on a train the week before . . . It’s easier to cry over a man than to think about the cancer she’s been battling for ten years, or the fact that she won’t ever be able to have a child.”
