The Night I Became a Colonel, My Mother-in-Law Cut My Hair While I Slept—By Morning, I Was Done Obeying Them

The room became still.

“We are not here to make reality look better.

We are here to understand reality well enough to make decisions.”

Something in my own sentence struck me.

For years, I had done the opposite at home.

I polished reality.

Explained Julian.

Protected Evelyn.