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father. I haven’t seen him in two weeks.” She placed a crumpled plastic gum wrapper on the table next to her and held the pack of gum out to the table. “Anybody want a piece?”

THE NIGHT HAD DEVOLVED FROM THERE. Melody hustled her daughters away but not before Stephanie got the play-by-play of them seeing Leo in the park. It was hard to fathom how he’d been doing anything else but buying drugs, flat out on his back, way uptown where he didn’t need to be, where—she remembered—he’d always gone to meet some guy named Rico, Nico, Tico, whatever. That very first weekend! The weekend she’d conceived. The weekend she had opened her door to him and asked him not to do drugs.

Stephanie was still sitting at the abandoned table next to Bea, who poured them both champagne. “No thanks,” Stephanie said, pointing to her stomach.

“Really?” Bea said. “A baby?”

“Really,” Stephanie said, not even trying to hide her pleasure. From the kitchen they could hear Walker’s uncharacte‌ristically raised and furious voice, “If you weren’t spending that time with Leo—who were you with?”

“What’s going on in there?” Stephanie asked.

“I’m not exactly following,” Bea said, “but it doesn’t sound good. Something about Jack lying about seeing Leo. Has Jack been out to Brooklyn?”

Stephanie thought back to the morning she’d stayed home to do a pregnancy test and how when she was standing at her upstairs window, stunned, she’d spotted Jack walking down the street. She’d hidden in the back bedroom and ignored the doorbell. “No,” she said. “I haven’t seen Jack in years.”

More raised voices from the kitchen. A slamming door.

“I guess we should probably leave,” Bea said.

“Yeah.” Stephanie wrapped the baguette she’d been gnawing on in a napkin and put it in her purse. “For the subway,” she explained, apologetically.

THE NIGHT ALL THOSE YEARS AGO that Pilar had lectured Stephanie about the stages of grief and written them out on a napkin, she’d sat at the bar after Pilar left, moping. She’d drawn a little sad face on the napkin next to acceptance. The bartender, who’d heard it all and more than once from Stephanie, scratched out the sad face and in its place he drew a tiny red bird, wings spread, flying over the ocean, surrounded with glowing marks like one of Keith Haring’s radiant babies.

For a long time she’d kept the napkin in her purse. Then in a kitchen drawer. Then it got put away in a box somewhere and when she’d sealed that box with packaging tape she thought she was through.

Stephanie was thinking about the bird as she disembarked the subway and walked home after the birthday dinner that wasn’t. For years whenever she’d had a pang about Leo she would imagine the napkin and the little red bird packed away in a box deep in her basement. As she strolled down her street among the stately homes and warmly lighted front windows, she thought of the napkin and the meaning she’d always attached to the image: Leo flying away from her, heading straight out to the ocean, unburdened and free. She thought about how grateful she was for her life, her house—emptier now, but not for long. She thought about the small back room that she’d turn into a nursery and how it would be summer when the baby was born and her garden would be in bloom. She’d have to replace the tree that had fallen during the storm so the baby could look out and watch the seasons pass. She thought about the napkin again and realized she’d been telling herself the wrong story all these years. Leo wasn’t the red bird, she was—ecstatically darting over the church spires of Brooklyn, heading home, expectant but unburdened. Free. Her incentives had finally changed.

PART THREE

FINDING LEO

CHAPTER THIRTY–SIX

This time there was no tea or coffee or little butter cookies or imperious Francie (who, upon hearing that Leo had gone missing, sighed and said, “Oh, he’ll get sick of roaming and wander back. He’s a Long Islander at heart.” As if she were talking about one of her border collies). This time, it was just the three Plumb siblings and George, who wasn’t even sitting down, that’s how eager he was for the meeting to be over.

“Even if I knew something,” George was saying, hurrying to add, “and I don’t. I don’t know anything. But even if I did, Leo is my client and I probably couldn’t tell you.”

“But you don’t?” Melody said, surprising herself by hitting what

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