We go through life, content in the belief that our little corner of the world is a gated community, that outside our limited circle of family and friends no one much cares or notices what we do. Politicians and celebrities are criticized for living in a bubble, a closed atmosphere impervious to reality. But the truth is we all live in our own bubbles, ignoring the ripples we create until we bump, trip, or stumble into someone else’s world, the bubbles burst, and the ripples well up, becoming shock waves. “Nick Staley owns a little grocery store on St. John,” I said. “You live in Brookside,” Simon said. “Since when do you buy bread on St. John?” “I don’t. Staley has a son named Brett who works at the grocery. He’s also in love with Roni Chase.” “Six degrees of separation,” Simon said. “Which one was in a movie with Kevin Bacon?” Lucy scooted to the edge of her chair. “Jack, you can talk to Roni, find out if her boyfriend knows anything, maybe get her to make an introduction to Nick.
