J.O.I.'s father's garage monologue — "I used to have another flask…"
I used to have another flask like this, smaller, a rather more cunning silver flask, in the glove compartment of my Montclair. Your devoted mother did something to it. The subject has never been mentioned between us.
Context
Dropped without transition into the slip-forensics: the second flask, the wife's intervention, and a marriage's agreement never to remember it aloud. Suppression as household practice, embedded inside (and quietly explaining) the compulsive recall it interrupts.