she got very weird about our baby teeth.” “No, she didn’t,” said Mom, almost automatically. “Yes, she did. Don’t you remember when…?” I looked up. Mom was staring intently into my eyes, shaking her head just a fraction. Don’t say it, that look said. Don’t say it. I stopped. I swallowed. After a long moment, Mom relaxed a little, probably because I’d stopped talking. She acts like someone can hear us.
