“Okay,” she says. Theirs is no longer a relationship where she can demand things from him. It hasn’t been that way for years. And that fact alone makes him feel a little guilty. The wretched land mines of love, when your parents begin to need you. And she does, she needs him more than most parents need their children, and he knows that she feels terrible it’s that way. Katherine Moriarty has, in the years since her husband’s death, stretched her arms around the width of these rooms and held on tight. This apartment is her life and her son is her lifeline and they both know it.
