She told them on a Tuesday evening.
Not because Tuesday was significant — because she had given herself a few days, as she'd intended, and the few days had passed, and on Tuesday evening the household was all at dinner in the specific way it sometimes was, everyone present, nobody needing to be somewhere else, the table full and warm and exactly right, and she understood that the right moment had arrived without announcement, the way right moments did.
She waited until the meal was done.
