Roland left. His girlfriend left first, actually, and alone, and I understand she did not come back to him either.

The video did not go anywhere. Juliet wanted to post it. I asked her not to, and she was furious with me for two days, and then she understood. Some things you win more completely by keeping them small. What we did instead was send it to his attorney, and the child support arrears he had fought for three years were settled in eleven days.

Juliet is twenty-two now. She has a business degree and Margit’s recipes memorized, and last spring she opened the second location in Dunmore with my name on the lease and hers on the door.

Her father came in once, the week it opened, and ordered coffee and paid for it. She served him. She did not make it into anything. I watched from the kitchen and thought about the fact that my daughter learned more about dignity in one afternoon at sixteen than I had managed in nineteen years of marriage.

For a long time I believed that keeping quiet was the same as keeping the peace, and that a woman who did not make a scene would eventually be treated fairly. That is not how it works. Someone has to be willing to turn the screen around. My daughter did it for me first, and then I finally learned how to do it for myself.