And at about eleven forty, the steel door opened again from the outside, and my wife walked in.

Part Five: Eleven Forty

Antonia was supposed to be at a fundraiser lunch in Rye.

I want to put that plainly and then leave it, because it is the smallest of the lies and there is no value in cataloguing them.

She came in through the steel door in the clothes she had left the house in that morning, and she put her bag down on the folding table, and my daughter said something to her, and she answered.

And then she turned to the old man and she put her arms around him.