Don’t Let Your Mother Answer for You
I had prepared for shouting and I have since realized that I had, in some way, been looking forward to it, because being shouted at would have been a transaction — a payment, after which something is settled.
She was worse than that.
She was calm and precise and she answered every question I asked, in order, and she asked me nothing at all.
“Did you know when you signed?”
“No.
Eight days after.”
“Did you ever try to tell me?”
And she said: “Twice.”