“Mason, do you ever wonder about what I do when you’re in school?” she suddenly asked him as he bent over his wafﬂe.
He looked at her, confused. “Is this a trick?”
“No. No trick.”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Stuff, I guess. Different things.”
He looked decidedly uninterested in the question, and she knew, from his answer, that she was a mystery to her child and perhaps to her husband—an unmysterious mystery—as perhaps many women were, everywhere.
Ten Year Nap, halaman 39.