work hard in silence and let success make the noise

#Work hard in silence and let success make the noise full

She pressed the button again and again, until several shoppers glared at her and the sound was just a sound again. She thought it sounded sad, which was a ridiculous thing to think. Was it going to be O.K.?Īt the entrance of the store, she turned around and beeped the car once more, just to be sure. She hurried diagonally across the lot, crossing one line after another. She should at least have said something like It’ll be O.K. When Janet hung up, it occurred to her that she should have offered some reassurance. Podcast: The Writer’s Voice Listen to Clare Sestanovich read “You Tell Me.”ĭanny didn’t say, About what? As usual, he was patient and kind. When Danny finished speaking, Janet nodded for a while, long enough that he asked if she was still there.

The bad news was that fear-her boss, her deadlines, the phone that she kept under the pillow, buzzing with middle-of-the-night emergencies-was the one thing that got her out of bed. The good news was that, on most days, she still went to work. She was rarely hungry, unless, in a burst of energy, she baked an elaborate cake. Sasha couldn’t sleep, or else she slept all day. Like Sasha, Danny was the kind of person who trusted textbooks. The symptoms, Danny was explaining, were textbook: excessive crying, loss of appetite, feelings of hopelessness.

#Work hard in silence and let success make the noise full

It wasn’t clear whether he had reached the age at which you could say, He lived a full life. He hadn’t been old, but he hadn’t been young, either. Janet herself had not been anyone’s wife for almost a decade, since Sasha’s father died.

Danny and Sasha had been married for less than a year, and Janet, who had no objection to their union in particular, was not yet used to the idea in the abstract: her child was someone’s wife.