“Please don’t explain my husband to me.”
“I won’t.”
He put his hands in his coat pockets.
“But don’t assume he took that job because it pays more.”
“I didn’t assume that.”
“He Thought He Was Fixing Something”
“Then he should have talked to the person he was fixing it for.”
Arnold nodded slowly.
“On that, I’m entirely with you.”
Then he went back inside, and I sat in that garage for another ten minutes before I could drive.
He Came Home Before Dinner Was Over
Which is itself a fact worth noting. That hadn’t happened in about seven weeks.
Olive looked back and forth between us over her spaghetti.
“Are you guys mad at each other?”
“We’re upset with each other,” I said. “But it’s adult stuff.”
And Ben — to his credit — said:
“Your mom’s right. It’s grown-up stuff and it isn’t about you.”
