CHAPTER FIVE
Lindsey stood with Jayjay Smith, watching the ambulance disappear along Lakeside Drive. The old man hadn’t wanted to go, but he didn’t resist the two attendants for long. He could barely have weighed a hundred pounds, Lindsey thought. They hadn’t exactly overpowered him, just taken him by the elbows and muscled him onto a gurney and strapped him down, and he was on his way almost before he knew what was happening. A metaphor for human existence.
Old Mr. Kleiner was hardly an Erich von Stroheim, after all.
Lindsey looked at Jayjay Smith. Her eyes were bright with tears, and even as he watched, a tear spilled over one eyelash and made a streak down her cheek. She dipped her head, lifted her shoulder, blotted the tear on her shirt without lifting a hand.
Lindsey didn’t know w
