I nodded, turned to her and said, "Sounds like he wants more of you, but, for you, more of him means catching more hostility."
"I am busy," she responded, "but it's no fun being with him. Perhaps I do stay away more than usual because of his anger. Most afternoons I know what it will be like when I get home." She paused, glanced quickly at him and then, with some urgency, went on, "I need to be honest-we need to be honest-if you're going to be able to help us. Jack is depressed-and different than ever before. He's never been this hostile-and I believe that's where all of this starts. My retreating is real, but it's secondary to the anger in him."