Mr. Lisbon had the feeling that he didn't know who she was, that children were only strangers you agreed to live with.

We realized that the version of the world they rendered for us was not the world they really believed in...

We realized that the version of the world [our parents] rendered for us was not the world they really believed in, and that for all their caretaking and bitching about crabgrass they didn't give a damn about lawns.

Is there anything as incredible as the love story of your own parents? Anything as hard to grasp as the fact that those two over-the-hill players, permanently on the disabled list, were once in the starting lineup?