My mother-in-law pointed at the door during New Year’s dinner and snapped, **“If you don’t like my rules, get out!”** – Welcome

Me Too.

The room did not break into sound. It went deeper into silence, a different quality of silence from the ceremonial kind, the silence of a room absorbing something it was not prepared for. I walked forward through it, and I watched it happen around me in pieces, the way you watch something unfold when your own vision has gone very clear.

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