The Breach was fussy, grandmotherly, frozen in 1957. Our house full of children and animals is nothing like that. Silas is laughing. He’ll be indifferent to your scrutiny of him. He might notice it, but he won’t take interest in the verdict. Once, as we were leaving the house after dinner with a couple we didn’t know well, we heard one of them say through an open window, ‘Well, what’d you think of that?’ I slowed to hear the response, and Silas tugged me down the driveway. He did not want to know.
