Elephant In The Room

There are some things deep within us that are there for a reason. We hold them so close to ourselves for fear of losing control over whatever it may be. We grow comfortable with the dull ache that is becomes. We become accustomed to the hurt that surfaces every so often in lashings of anger, grief, loneliness. After all, who - or what - would we be without that thing that has become a part of us?

Sometimes our loved ones know about this "thing". Sometimes they don't. On the rare occassion that they've become attuned to our odd behaviour, some say something. Some dare to point out that great big elephant in the room doing cartwheels whilst balancing a plate of jelly. Even rarer is that it ends well.

Evelyn's elephant is big, solid as steel, and unbudging. The question remains as to whether Shaphan will be put into that very small category of an "attuned loved one", and the even smaller category of a happy end result.