In the third week she sent a grocery delivery to the hotel with no note on it and I have never mentioned it and neither has she.

There were also people who did the other thing.

Two friends of eleven and nine years respectively went quiet inside a month, and I understand it, because what I was carrying was not something you can be near casually.

And one — a woman I had known since Daisy was born, whose child was in the same daycare room — said to me, on a sidewalk, with real kindness, and I do not think she has any idea what she said:

“It’s just so hard to imagine a grandmother doing that.”

Which is a sentence that means: I would rather this had not happened, and the easiest way for it not to have happened is for it not to be true.