That same old shame, that fear and rage at being examined, judged, found wanting. Like in the days and months after his old man had taken off, like the night of the divisional championship game, like the last months of his senior year, after Lacy disappeared for the final time, like whenever he had to go to Billings to talk to some guy in a suit at the bank, like every other night he’d been in a bar since he’d found his mother slumped in the front seat of her Cavalier
