“It’s okay,” said Bobbie Gaynes, a wire in her ear leading from a walkie-talkie. “It’s Officer Foreman, BCI. I’ll get the door. You sit tight.” Liz had made them both some Red Zinger tea, and she noticed the steam in the light of a lamp as it swirled and tried to follow Gaynes, dissipating a few inches from the cup. She felt this way too—her energy fading the longer Lou stayed away. First the kids, then Lou. She felt as if all the love in this home had lost its way. She blew on her own tea and took a sip and returned the mug to the coaster, noticing that it shook slightly in her grip and wondering how much more of this she could endure. She heard Danny Foreman’s sonorous voice interspersed with the female chimes of Gaynes’s and, a moment later, the back door thump shut. Foreman entered the living room asking if she had a minute. He carried what looked like a silver Palm Pilot in hand, and kept it in his lap as he sat down. He looked tired and worn. He glanced over at Gaynes’s mug of tea, grabbed hold, and drank from it, savoring the taste.
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