Chapter 4

Denise came up the driveway at eight the next morning with a photo album under her arm and the look of a woman delivering good news to someone she pitied.

She let herself in through the side door. She has done that for twenty-two years and I have never once minded until that morning.

"I printed you a set," she said, and put the album on my table, and opened it to the middle, which is a thing you only do if you are certain the person will look. "You'll want these of Josie."

Josie was in three of them.…