On the first night that nobody cooked, I knew the doctor's appointment had gone bad. My wife was cleaning the bathroom when I got home from work and the kids were doing homework at the kitchen table. My kids didn’t look up when I walked into the kitchen, and my wife didn't speak when I stood in the bathroom doorway. I didn't speak either.

            When I realized after some time that my wife wasn't going to cook dinner and she wasn't going to ask my kids to cook dinner, which she sometimes did now that they were in high school, I ordered a pizza and drove to pick it up. Both kids came with, not because I asked them to, but because they seemed to need to get out of the house. It was...

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