It is a shove, of the kind that happens in a hundred thousand arguments in this country every week and does not usually matter.

Daniela goes back about two feet, catches her heel on the edge of the hall runner, and goes down sideways.

The right side of her forehead hits the corner of the oak console table at about the level of her own hip.

And then she is on the tile and she does not move.

The clip runs for another twenty-eight seconds.

In those twenty-eight seconds my wife does not move either.