Chapter 11
“Doing well,” Laura said, cold bursting up from her belly and taking over the rest of her, nodding and staring at one of the guttering golden leaf candles in front of her. “He’s doing well. He is planning to go on to UVA, that’s right. Not sure if he’ll be there for the fall semester or in January. Great place to study political science, so he’s excited about that.”
Laura knew she should look up at Linda, across the table to Connor’s father or to her right to his mother. Maybe to her own father, who seemed quite taken with Connor and both his parents.
She wasn’t sure whether it would be a worse idea to look at Connor himself or her own mother.
She settled for a cautious, cowardly half-look toward Linda.
“Well good,” Linda said, nodding herself now. “That’s good, and he’s ri
