extremes. Finding himself broke. And finding himself on the telephone with his blind mother, asking her for some kind of help, any kind of help, so that he could keep his daughter; and her response that she would give him everything if only she could meet her grandchild. Her hands on Zoë’s hopeful face; her tears on Zoë’s dress. “Such a sad story,” Mike said, pouring himself another shot of tequila. “Actually,” Denny said, examining his can of Diet Coke, “I believe it has a happy ending.”
