We could only decide how to behave from this point onward.

PART 23

Warren had spent decades running companies, but he had never attended a baby music class until Oliver was six months old.

I invited him because the instructor said grandparents were welcome.

He appeared in a dark jacket, stood outside the brightly painted room looking lost, and asked whether he needed to register as a participant.

“Just sit on the mat, Dad,” I said.

He sat so awkwardly that Leila, who had come for the entertainment, nearly laughed aloud.