There Would Be Food Tomorrow
But that same night, once Maya was asleep, I called my sister, Laura, instead.
And when Laura had finished listening to what I had uncovered, her voice was shaking with a fury that matched my own.
“I’m going to kill her, Jason,” she said.
“No,” I said, firmly, though God knows I understood the feeling.
“We are not going to give her the satisfaction of turning this into a screaming match, into family drama, into something she can spin.
That is what she does.