I sent my Russian teacher story in a text message to my husband. His response was “?”
I have no idea ? what.
? how are you bearing up?
? why is she so clueless?
? does she have a husband?
Once he was taking Klara to the emergency room, and I was texting him furiously. “How is she? Are you there yet? What are the doctors saying? Is she in pain?”
His response was “fine.” What exactly was fine in the experience was never clarified.