You be as angry as you need to be," she said. "Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Not your grandma, not your dad, no one. And if you need to break things, then by God, you break them good and hard."<br /><br />He couldn't look at her. He just <i>couldn't.</i><br /><br />"And if, one day," she said, really crying now, "you look back and you feel bad for being so angry, if you feel bad for being so angry at me that you couldn't even speak to me, then you have to know, Conor, you have to know that it was <i>okay</i>. It was okay. That I <i>knew.</i> I <i>know</i>, okay? I know everything you need to tell me without you having to say it out loud. All right?"<br /><br />He still couldn't look at her. He couldn't raise his head, it felt so heavy. He was bent in two, like he was being torn right down through his middle.<br /><br />But he nodded.