She’s just returned from the Cunninghams’ and all she can talk about is Matthew’s new electric guitar. “I think we’re ready,” I tell her. “Will you call Jeremy and your dad?” She knows by now that I don’t mean she should stand in the middle of the room and bellow. Off she goes, while I set glasse...
She’d forget Gus’s death and focus on the sight of her daughters or the sparkle of sunlight on the ocean—and lightning-fast, guilt zapped her. How could she be happy even for a moment? She had to be happy, because she needed to be a role model for her daughters. She wanted to...