CHAPTER 6
CAROLINE SPOTTED THEM up ahead and shuddered at the questions they were waiting to ask. She saw TV vans in front of her house with paparazzi spilling out of her driveway. They had been there for hours, littering the leafy street. She had seen these interviews a thousand times in the guise of a shouting match, performed on the run. In fragile condition, it was an appalling prospect. She had seconds to decide. Could she gatecrash some of the neighborhood parties? She made her getaway on squealing tires, turning into the well-proportioned parking lot of the Lehman family.
Most of the guests had already arrived. Dinner was impending. The magnificent neoclassical residence of yellow stucco was humming. She parked on the grass. Eugenia the perfectionist would bug her about it, but sh
