“So how do you like being a working mother? the other working mother asked, and the mother – the tired, unhappy working mother, working her dream job and not holding her baby – that mother stared stupidly and wanted to present her theories about how this was all a trick, a trick to get them to do everything, a trick they could not escape. Yet her brain no longer worked as it once had. The friendly working mom waited. Was she supposed to say something? What was a “conversation”?”
