Don’t Let Your Mother Answer for You

I want that said out loud tonight so it isn’t sitting in the room for the next two years.” I put the letter down.

“I know what I did.

I’m not going to spend the next stage of this quietly hoping.”

“And four?”

And I said: “Four is that you were right about my mother and I’m going to deal with it, and you’re not going to have to be in the room for any of it.”

Jessi looked at me for a long moment.

Then she said, “Okay,” and then she said, “Ivan, you look like you’ve been hit by a car.