"Where's Cassie been?" my mother asked after dinner. She had made macaroni and cheese -- she has some idea that this is my favorite dish (which it may well have been, at some point in my life) and she cooks it, as a small timid expression of sympathy, whenever something in the papers indicates that a case of mine isn't going well. Even the smell of it makes me claustrophobic and itchy.
--Tana French, In the Woods