“No,” she said. “Not today. Maybe not tomorrow, either. I’m willing to pay the toll, but not the way I have been; I’m not giving up weeks every day because you want perfect peaches or more shiny stickers for your calendar. You will be patient. You will be the adults you should have been all along. We’ll go through the yard, we’ll sort the things already here, and we’ll travel when we don’t have any other options. Do you understand me?”
