I do understand it. That’s the problem. The adult mind is a very loud room where everyone is pretending they’re not lonely. I was going to fix it from here. Remotely.

The Geometry of Growing Up

So?

(MRS. GRAVES sets down the bags. She looks at her daughter—not with anger, but with something softer. Recognition.)

Mrs. Pringle is his wife.

(whispering) Tell her I’m sick.