“Her "work." It was work, of course, but when he said it, she knew that he whispered those quotation marks, that he thought anything that took place inside their houses's walls was playtime. As if children's playtime was playtime for their parents. As if it wasn't work, to keep the house and the children from bursting into flames, to keep herself from lighting the match. Men understood so little.”
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Emma Straub,
All Adults Here