I had no way of knowing whether it had been my response to my mother that had caused her to go silent, or whether it had been her own judgement that had made her do so, but regardless of which of the two that I had to thank, I was simply grateful that she had chosen to stop speaking. I was willing to admit that I didn’t feel any more comfortable having her stare at me, but it was something that I could shake off every few seconds.
I wasn’t going to jump at the opportunity to start speaking, because I got the feeling that my mothers silence wasn’t entirely a good thing. If I started to speak and tell her about Hera now, while she was upset, she was going to end up blowing this entire situation out of proportion, as she usually would. If something happened that she didn’t like, or that she
