Jane Smiley // The Age of Grief

But sometimes she was desperate with sadness and sometimes she was fine, and these states of mind didn’t have a thing to do with me, or our household, or the office. And in addition to that, she denied that they even existed, that she was ever in turmoil or that she was ever at peace… But she would catch me looking at her, and she would stare at me with that same stare I remembered…defiant, daring me to have any opinions about her at all.