Whether, when there was one strawberry left, it went on her plate.

Whether you could build a home with laughter in it out of double shifts and secondhand furniture and sheer refusal to quit.

I had turned out to be built for exactly that, down to the foundation, and Mike had been so busy measuring the wrong things that he had missed it entirely — had looked at the most durable thing in the room and called it broken, and walked away from it, and spent five years congratulating himself on the escape.”

And without waiting for an answer from either of them, I turned my back, and I carried my daughter away across the sunlit lawn toward the cake table, and I left the two of them standing in the ruins of whatever they had walked in believing about me.