QUOTE : There was a pause. Frieda was about to stand up and fetch the nurse when David spoke again, in a quiet voice. “That—that thing you say happened to you . . .” “The rape,” said Frieda. “It has a name.” “Yes. Well. Are you—I mean, what’s going on with that?” Frieda looked at her mother, who had never believed her story and who now never would. “I don’t want to talk about it, David.” “That’s probably for the best.” He sounded relieved. “I mean, it’s all in the past and sometimes you just have to let sleeping dogs lie.” Wake up those dogs, thought Frieda. Set them loose on the world.