ENZO POINT OF VIEW.

A few days later, mom called me and asked, almost too politely, if I could make it to Clayton's house that evening. I wanted desperately to tell her that I couldn't; I still had my resentments against Clayton for the disregarding way he had talked about Nadine, and I knew mom to be long-winded and tedious, but I did not have that much of a choice. It was harder for me, then, living with the conviction that Nadine had not just disappeared, but had also done so while carrying ...