There was a tense moment this evening at Frances’s end-of-year school concert. As a teacher on the stage was talking about a student who was graduating, she said, “Everybody loves him…”
At this point, I winced because Frances is very literal, very honest, and cannot stand an untruth to be spoken — the perfect storm of reasons for an outburst of protestation.
I surreptitiously, nervously, glanced down at her: nothing.
It could be that she had tuned out the speaker. At any rate, whatever the reason, I think my sigh of relief was audible.