Wednesday, March 15, 1994:
Michael Powell, and giving Sarah several hundred drinks of juice. She has entered a new stage. Days of unmitigated sweetness and light seem to have passed, for the time being I’m sure. Sharon feels she’s more assertive, aggressive than her predecessors were, and earlier. She’s getting surly when you tell her to do something, and she’s resentful when taken to task. “No,” and “don’t want it” are frequent refrains. Embarrassment plays a part (cf. Drew), and maybe theatrical giving ups (cf. Caitlin’s “I always do the wrong thing!”). Later I take Sarah to bed, sweet eyes slowly closing, fragrant tiny breaths, and whispering “apples” in her sleep.