Chapter 10
Paul looked handsome pacing in front of the cameras, positively presidential. Wearing a navy blue wind-breaker, open-necked shirt, and pressed denims, he appeared more put-together than any of the other members of my family clustered behind that bank of microphones, but it was entirely accidental, I knew, as he’d grabbed the first thing that came to hand in the closet that morning, not giving a moment’s thought to how he should dress for a television appearance.
It was 1:55 P.M. The press continued to gather at the end of the driveway in rowdy, fidgety packs. Standing on the sidelines between Connie and Dennis, I watched Paul tum his back on the crowd and speak quietly to Emily.
Dante was otherwise occupied, conversing in hushed tones with Jim Cheevers, our attorney, who had
