May 17
Bethesda, Fifty Years Earlier
After returning home from school the next day, Mason lay for a long time on his bed. He was passing in and out of a troubled sleep, his head on the pillow, when a knock came to the door.
After returning home from school the next day, Mason lay for a long time on his bed. He was passing in and out of a troubled sleep, his head on the pillow, when a knock came to the door.“Mason?” It was his mother’s voice. “Are you okay?”
“Mason?” It was his mother’s voice. “Are you okay?”After debating whether to ignore her or answer her call, Mason rose from the bed and pulled on the door handle. But instead of talking to her there, in the hallway, or in his room, he stepped past her and headed straight down the stairs toward the living room, where he plopped down
