She stares into her cup of coffee, and, as she always does whenever there's a moment of silence, she sighs: "Yes, it's just always like this in this world."

She made apple pie for us. Her husband enters the room, says hello to us with a big smile. He looks at me and says: "You never say anything."

He leaves to continue to watch a football game on TV. He is cross-eyed like Sartre and I think that I'm nauseous, thinking about football, baking, family, wedding photos, the handle on the door to the hallway.

She tells us about her daughter's car accident, who was in the hospital for a long time. The other car wanted to overtake another car and crashed right into her.

She stares into her cup of coffee again, stirs, sighs: "Yes, that was awful."