When Sean died she understood for the first time how completely human beings were dependent upon a suspension of disbelief in order to simply move forward through their days. If that suspension faltered, if you truly understood, even if only for a moment, that human beings were made of bones and blood that broke and sprayed with the slightest provocation, and that provocation was everywhere–in street curbs and dangling tree limbs, bicycles and pencils–well you would fly for the first nest in a tree, run flat-out for the first burrow you saw.
When Sean died she understood for the first time how completely human beings were dependent upon a suspension of disbelief in order to simply move forward through their days. If that suspension faltered, if you truly understood, even if only for a moment, that human beings were made of bones and blood that broke and sprayed with the slightest provocation, and that provocation was everywhere–in street curbs and dangling tree limbs, bicycles and pencils–well you would fly for the first nest in a tree, run flat-out for the first burrow you saw.
