And then he did the thing I asked, without needing to be told why, and he brought him.

I put the telephone face down on the blanket.

Kevin’s mother’s smile had gone narrow.

Part Fifty: We’re Doing It Now

“Darling, you’ve had the most dreadful day,” she said, in her most soothing register.

“Why not have a rest first?

We can get all this straightened out tomorrow.”

“No.”