Her name is Caryn, C-a-r-y-n in case we were thinking of going with the usual spelling, and she looks uneasy when we tell her that Suzanne isn’t home yet but it’s all right, she can go. She says, No, it’s OK, I’ll just fix his boddle in case Mommy’s delayed. But Mommy isn’t delayed, she’s back, still looking stressed, but happy to see Gabriel and also—though somewhat less so—us. She asks if I like DVDs and gives me a choice of Titanic or Amélie. I don’t really care, but choose Amélie. I start to watch the movie and it’s fine, but I want to know what Suzanne and Gil are talking about more than I want to watch Amélie save the world. Gil says, What else? And Suzanne answers with a sigh. Maybe he’s having an affair with one of his students. I don’t know. And then I am inside the head of a person with a young child whose husband has gone missing and I am much more upset and panicked than Suzanne.
