Mom called to say she got a call from D – my sister’s husband – saying that he loves S and doesn’t want her to leave. This was a different version of the story that S told her, which was that he said he had had enough. Between the four of them over there – my sister, D and the two boys – it’s hard to know who did what to whom on any given day – all I know is that the restless anger has become an undertow that threatens to drown them all in darkness.
Where’s the love? In the words of Rodney King – “Can’t we all just get along?”