first asked me whether her father was happy.
We were sitting in the car outside her apartment. She had recently finished an internship and was trying to decide whether to accept a graduate position in another city.
I had driven over to help her move a few boxes.
Before getting out, she looked at me.
“Mom, can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Are you and Dad okay?”
I turned toward her.
“Why do you ask?”
She stared through the windshield.
“I don’t know. You just seem different lately.”
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