Chapter 52

“Ray ain’t all there,” Aunt Bobbie says in a matter-of-fact tone of voice that leaves no room for argument. “Never has been. Don’t you go telling him I said that, though, you hear? If I were your mom, I might’ve stopped there and given up all hope.”

My lover snickers into his hoagie. 16: By the Creek

When we’re finished eating, I ask Dan if he wants to take a walk. It’s grown dark out, but there are citronella candles lit at the tables and a large spotlight shines down over the backyard like the one my parents have glaring behind their house. There’s a feeling of suspended animation in all that bright light with the night tucked into the trees and around the corners of the house, and kids running around the edges where dusk begins.