Brought to Their Senses, Chapter 2: screwed-up family relationships
“We haven’t even figured out where to start, and we’re already at each others’ throats,” said Tom, his voice trailing off as he looked out the window into the harbor.
Elizabeth ran her hands through her hair and leaned back in her chair. “You know, we’re not like these other families,” she said with a nod to the diners around them, “privileged and perfect in their blue blazers and obnoxious jewelry. And we’re never gonna sail off into the sunset.”
“Yeah, I know, I don’t expect a miracle. But we should be able to sit down and talk without someone going off, for crying out loud.”
“Face it, Tom, we’re pretty much screwed.”