“They wanted me to invite you and Ethan. So I guess you’re invited.” “Oh? Sounds fun,” Lovell said. “You don’t have to come.” “You don’t want us there,” he said, but he thought that the party might be a chance to get a better handle on her fixation with these guys, maybe even a clearer sense of the rationale behind this asinine surrogacy business. It would also be a good alternative to sitting at home, thinking and worrying about Hannah. “But I think we should go,” he said. Janine would wear one of Lovell’s old button-down shirts and his dark blue bathrobe; she would be Beethoven. The next day, Lovell helped Ethan assemble a pirate costume, Captain Jack Sparrow, he insisted—pants that he had outgrown and that now looked more like knickers, along with one of Janine’s shirts, a white summer blouse with capped sleeves and a cinched waist. “It’s so girly,” Ethan protested, but Lovell told him that pirates did in fact wear girly shirts.
