“We could put out a notice,” says my mom, who professionally puts out notices. “The O’Keeffe family is traumatized to announce… This is Simon’s crisis, remember?” “Yeah,” says my dad, scrubbing his hands over his face. “Or, you know what, no. This is us. We’re in this together.” This is a thing we fight about, too: whether what happened is something that happened to me and then crashed into my family, or whether we all crashed together. (Hint: The right answer is the first one.)
