Brad picked up Elly at the San Francisco International Airport arrivals level, after a red-eye flight. Popping the trunk of his Toyota Corolla, he began loading her luggage, which was heavy with scrumptious cookies and stylish ladies apparel from Japan. “How were your meditations, hon?” he said, excited to share his results. He closed the trunk and gave her a quick hug and a kiss. “I didn’t do any,” she said. “There was too much going on with my family, and my parents needed help. They can’t keep things clean and organized like they did when they were younger.” They got in the car and he nodded at the traffic…