I Thought For A Minute,

Feeding My Children Is Not Like Feeding Myself: It Matters More.

Cher Marcel, Allô. I Am Oskar's Mom. I Have Thought About It A Ton, And I Have Decided That It Isn't Obvious Why Oskar Should Go To French Lessons, So He Will No Longer Be Going To Go See You On Sundays Like He Used To. I Want To Thank You Very Much For Everything You Have Taught Oskar, Particularly The Conditional Tense, Which Is Weird. Obviously, There's No Need To Call Me When Oskar Doesn't Come To His Lessons, Because I Already Know, Because This Was My Decision. Also, I Will Keep Sending You Checks, Because You Are A Nice Guy. Votre Ami Dévouée, Mademoiselle Schell.

[...]it Is As If After Surviving So Much, There Was No Longer Reason To Survive.

They Learned To Hate Her Unknowability, Her Untouchability, The Collage Of Her.

You Only Get To Keep What You Refuse To Let Go Of.