The mundane is not just where the extraordinary hides.

The mundane is what disarms you so the extraordinary can land.

Chapter 3 — A Woman of Closed Doors

As I fought with the sheet, my mind wandered, the way it does during a dull chore, and it wandered somewhere I did not often let it go: to my own mother, who had also been a woman of closed doors and tightly kept secrets.

I do not think about my mother often, by choice.