And my sister Vesna said, in my kitchen, the second-best thing anybody said in that year.

She said: “Thee.

You’ve spent four months apologizing to people for having been lied to.

I want you to notice that you are doing the thing again.”

“What thing?”

And she said: “Managing how it lands on everybody else.

That’s what you’ve done since you were about nine.

You did it in that hospital, you did it at the birthday party with the bear cake, and you’re doing it now, and at some point somebody in your life has to be allowed to have a bad afternoon on your account.”