hearing why it was impossible.
For the first time in our marriage, I wasn’t asking Richard to approve my choices.
I was making them myself.
The work was harder than I expected.
I had forgotten how much concentration studying required. I needed to look up words, review concepts, and repeat exercises that younger students seemed to understand immediately.
Sometimes I became frustrated and shut the laptop.
Sometimes I wondered whether Richard had been right.
Then I remembered his laughter on the patio.
I remembered him saying that I had accomplished
