[...] Edie won’t tell Marie tonight about the time he threw a book across the room at her, about how it momentarily woke her up and she almost left until he talked her back down into believing it was her fault, that she had to be better, that she had to be more honest with him, more attentive, more giving. She was overreacting, anyway. It was just a book. His shock at her shock! Nothing was going to hurt her. It was all in her head, her damaged little head that only he could see clearly and understand and still love.