““Mom!” she said, her tone the brightest and cheeriest she could muster. “How are you?” There was a beat of silence before her mother spoke. “Hello, sweetheart,” was all she said at first. But what Grace heard was, Hello, sweetheart. You’ve been avoiding your family for weeks. And if you think you’re hanging up this phone without committing to dinner with us and your conniving ex whom we adore, well then tilt your head up to see the pigs flying, and then glance below your feet so you can see hell freezing over.””