Foretold
"I feel guilty," I told Jeanette, "about treating your family as an ordeal and mine as a refuge." It was Christmas, and the two of us were driving from our annual dinner with my in-laws back to my parents' place. "Bob, you think of my mother as a self-centered, nasty woman. Don't you?" Well, yes. "And you don't?" I asked. "Heavens no! That's much too mild a description. You can't -- no one raised in the Brennan family could -- imagine how evil she is." Well, she is evil enough...