The Grownup

She walks home and shops for food with a sort of forced tranquillity, as though if she moves too quickly something will break.

This is this money and here is how we’re spending it and if you want to be able to make those kinds of decisions, you should make this kind of money. It was never said. It was just beyond what was said, and he knew (and she had to know) that he wouldn’t be able to bear to hear it actually voiced, and so he tiptoed to the edge but never plunged into

It’s a strange thing … to be tangled up in things no one else really cares about. To be so busy with worry that your constant back-and-forth looks like utter inaction.

I’m itching to get to my medical clinic, where there’s always more to do and it always matters. But I’ve learned to resist that impulse.