in the air conditioning.
Norton remained in his seat, staring at the floor as though he no longer felt entitled to meet my eyes. At last he spoke. “I’m sorry. I know sorry isn’t enough.”
“No,” I said. “It isn’t.”
Then I took a breath and sat back down.
“But today is Evelyn’s birthday,” I said. “So we are going to sing to her, and cut her cake, and let continue reading …
