CHAPTER 50
Halfway
She admitted it properly on a Sunday morning and the admitting of it had the particular quality of something that had been pressing against the inside of a door for a long time and had finally been allowed to open.
Not for the first time. She had been admitting it in increments for weeks, small private acknowledgments that she immediately qualified or redirected or filed under things that did not require immediate attention. Increments were useful. She had been using them since childhood, as a way of approaching difficult truths at a pace that did not overwhelm before she was equipped to carry them. The incremental approach had served her well across a great many situations.
This Sunday the incremental approach had run out of room.
She sat at the kitchen table with
