He was worried, too, but he was more practical than I was. “A week, max,” he said, half hoping and half predicting. “It can’t take her long to gain weight.” Then he kissed me and drove back to his stressful workday. I got into my car and took the familiar turns on autopilot. Part of my mind was watching the sparse traffic on the German autobahn, but the rest of it was a chaos of emotion. I’m a storyteller. I have to have a story to tell. That means I have to have some sense of where things have come from and where they’re going. But at that moment, I had absolutely no story to tell about the events of our lives. The family’s going through a rough patch right now . . . My girls—well, they’re brilliant, but they do have their moments . . . Oh, sure, we have issues like everyone else, but we’re all right, really . . . No, none of those. All I had were worries and questions. The more I thought about the meeting we’d just been through, the more confused and upset I felt.
What do You think about Hope And Other Luxuries (2015)?
