It occurs to me for the first time: there are some ways, some crucial, breathtaking, shattering ways, in which Nathan Templeton’s lot is far unluckier than mine. I mean, there’s money and mobility and living in the house on the hill, but which would you choose: parental love and support and pride, or a chemical company mired in public relations nightmares and a tenuous all-eggs-in reopening plan, the thwarting of which is currently being concocted by three tenacious teenagers? “I can imagine that would be a very seductive feeling,” Nora allows.
