frowned.
“I just told you.”
“No,” she replied. “You described what she does for you and the family. I’m asking what you admire about her.”
He looked at me.
I waited.
He said nothing for so long that I could hear the clock ticking on the wall.
Finally, he admitted that he had become accustomed to thinking of me as part of the household rather than as a separate person with my own hopes and ambitions.
It was the first honest acknowledgment I had heard from him.
But honesty did
