Don’t Let Your Mother Answer for You
I went to the bathroom and stood in there for a while.
On the way out Jessi said, without looking at me, “Yeah.
He’s been doing that since he was four.
It’s disconcerting.”
She told him at the end of April.
I was not there.
That was item one and I did not argue with it, and she did it on a Saturday morning at home with a child psychologist named Delia Roche in the room, who they had both been seeing together since February.
I know what happened because Jessi told me that evening, in detail, over a phone call that lasted an hour and ten minutes.