Chapter 26

“I’m a mess,” he said. “Let me get out of these clothes and take a shower. Then we’ll figure out what to do.”

In the bathroom with the peacock-blue mosaics, he heard a stream of sounds mingle with the running water. The phone rang constantly, or maybe it was the radio. He thought he heard Bethany and her fiancé, Damian, come in.

In the hallway, Nan said to Mrs. S., “I’ll bag his suit for the cleaners.”

“No, my dear,” Mrs. S., said gently. “Let’s put it out with the trash. He has others. If there’s one thing I learned from the camps, it’s you don’t want souvenirs of tragedy.”

He turned the shower up full blast then and, sinking his face into his raised forearms, which rested on the shimmering tiles, he began sobbing, the muffled gasps drowning in the water.