Come yourself.

And Wes — one more thing, and then I’ll stop.

When your mother said that about the trees, I wasn’t waiting for you to fight her.

I want you to know that.

I’ve never needed you to fight anybody.

I was waiting for you to say one sentence that meant “she’s wrong and I know she’s wrong.” That’s all it ever was.

Four or five words, at a table, one time in two years.

I’m going to be somebody’s mother in June and I’ve been thinking a lot about what I’d want for him, and the main thing I’ve come up with is that I want him to be the kind of person who says the sentence.

Carmen

I read that four times at a kitchen table at four in the morning and then I went out to the garage and was sick.