“How was Cambodia?” Charlie asks in a low, reverent voice. Every member of the Weston family waits for my answer. “So humid.” I pause, and in the silence realize that this isn’t exactly what Charlie meant. “Oh, but there were also, like, a lot of broken bones?” Oh God. Alex frowns, decides to speak. “Bones, specifically?” West’s hand does the flexing thing again. “Right,” I say. “Well, I was helping in a clinic near a bridge. Without rails. A lot of people fell off.” Janet gasps. “Dear God, that’s horrible!” I shrug, smiling. “But good for business, I guess!”
