“Are you sleeping?” she asked, and I said no, not really. I surprised myself by telling her about Miles Zapf, about Jamie, and also about my pounding fear of death—my own and everyone else’s. “But why do you feel like your life has swerved off course?” she asked, quoting myself back to me. I knew she’d been listening closely, so I didn’t repeat my story—I just shook my head. “I mean, why isn’t this just your life’s proper course?” she said.
