I'll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away.

“I call him my friend, but in the last year it's seemed too casual a word for wh…”

“Impulsively, I lean forward and kiss him, stopping his word. This is probably o…”

“She must have had bad dreams and climbed in with our mother. Of course, she did…”

“Oh, and I suppose the apples ate the cheese.”