“That’s right.”
“Of course I heard this radio thing a few months after the house had burned down. So I had been starting to wonder what the hell was going on. First my son dies and then my house burns down. The house burning down didn’t compare. In fact, I hardly noticed it. It was a good excuse to move. But my family was traumatized. Fern asked me what we were being punished for. I don’t know where she got that. We never took them to church, so guilt must be in the air.”
“That’s tough,” he said. “When did that happen?”
“A few months after you left,” I said. “It was all the talk of Brentwood. The house could have been salvaged. In fact the insurance company wanted to rebuild. Our lawyers worked some magic so that we could leave. It was amazingly freeing to leave the house and almost eve
