May 11th, 1991 –
Janet put the groceries in her car while Nate sat in the front seat munching a cookie. A sea of cars flowed over the supermarket parking lot on a bright, warm Saturday morning. Janet felt glad to be getting out of the store and away from the foraging crowds. She shut the hatch door of their new Dodge Caravan, pushed the cart to the side, and joined her son. He was getting bigger, and every day took on more of his father"s looks. He eyed her attentively and knotted his face the way children did when thinking deep thoughts.
“Mom, are you mad at Dad?” he said as he put his seat belt on.
The question caught her sideways. “No, Nate. Why?”
He bit his cookie, and as he chewed, said, “I heard you and Dad yelling last night.”
Janet regarded him and felt as if she"d been struck
