It was their choice.

On the way home, I thought about how strange it was that a smaller house might hold more dignity than a grand one, if everyone inside it understood their responsibilities.

PART 18

The following month, Jessica asked whether we could talk.

I expected another disagreement over money.

Instead, she came to tell me something about her own mother.

“When I was growing up,” she said, “my grandmother lived with us.

My parents talked about her as if she couldn’t understand things.