I'm taking him down,' while Judy was feeding Kevin, and last, while Tom took Judy's bag from the trunk and Erin moved to the front seat, Judy closed the car door for her, and Erin opened it to spit out, 'You almost hit my foot!' Each time Erin had addressed her mother-in-law once-'Have you washed your hands?' before Judy could touch Kevin, 'He's not hungry. Since Kevin's birth, Tom had invited Judy to visit three times. Her friend Miriam turned observant eyes on her, 'Feeling stressed?' Judy often quoted her father's recipe against bad days, 'Steak, red wine and good chocolate.'

In bloodthirsty mood, Judy swerved from her usual old-lady menu choice-chicken or fish-and, at their quiet neighborhood restaurant, ordered steak. Now there was Kevin, and Tom had come to his senses but when Judy called, Erin still handed the phone to Tom without a word of her own, and when Judy visited, walked around her like a piece of furniture. The first years of their marriage Erin had persuaded Tom too to treat his mother like a distant poor relation, never invited to Thanksgiving-that they celebrated with her family-never visited herself. Ten years later, Erin still did not meet Judy's eyes. She didn't meet your eyes.' They had been seated facing each other. After the restaurant dinner when Tom introduced them to each other, Judy had told Tom's father, 'Something felt wrong. Though Erin's mode was more subtle than Hitler's. And, since her daughter- in-law seemed incorrigible…QED. The moral cried out- Do not accept abuse. The answer jumped at Judy during a political science lecture, another recounting of Hitler's rise to power.

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