She crosses her arms over her chest. She is thinner than she was a few months ago, and I want to askif she is eating. She hasn’t had dinner with me for the last week, but I’d assumed she was eatingbefore I came home. Now, I’m not so sure. “The doctor is different.”
“How?” I want her to look at me. Being silent and waiting for her anger to pass clearly hasn’tworked, so perhaps I should try asking her all the questions I’ve kept pent inside. Maybe I shouldforce her to voice the thoughts and feelings she has been silently stewing over for the last month.Maybe it will help.
“They could give you bad news,” she says sharply, her tone in direct opposition to the concern shownby her words. “You shouldn’t drive after news like
