When Shana came home I tried to explain everything. I wanted to talk to her but she walked up the stairs and slammed the bedroom door shut. By the time I came upstairs she was already under the blanket. I placed a hand where I thought her shoulder would be.
“I can’t take it,” she said. “I can’t take this anymore.”
I pulled the blanket off her head. There were tears on her face.
“I can’t take it anymore, the way Rex behaves.”
I nodded. I hugged her. I wanted to explain; I wanted her to understand. But all I could say was.
I lay next to her for ten or twenty minutes. Shana’s breath turned to the steady and regular breathing of a happy sleep. I brushed my teeth and sat at the end of the bed, thinking about what to do. Continue reading