Becky Shirley
It was surprising to me how quickly we could return to old routines, how we never lost that private shorthand. Something about being back on that same set, with the same props and lines, I guess. My mother still kept my father’s dinner warm and shriveled in an ovenproof dish when he stayed late at the office. My father still stayed late at the office. In my opinion, he lost privileges to that particular freedom when Poppy offed herself, but who am I to dictate what goes on in the closed-off corridors of marriage?