That is the trap inside being the capable one, and I had lived in it so long I had stopped being able to see its walls.

It took a transfer of two hundred dollars, and a mother-in-law’s underlined list, to show me, all at once, the exact dimensions of the room I had been standing in.

Chapter 3 — Are You Playing Golf?

I called him.

The phone rang four times, and behind his voice when he answered I could hear wind, and the clean, unmistakable click of a golf club meeting a ball.

“Are you playing golf right now?” I asked.