“Are you serious?” Willem says, and he can hear him sit up. “Did you see Harold’s face? He looked like the Green Party just elected its first president and the Second Amendment was eliminated and the Red Sox were canonized, all in the same day.” He laughs. “You really think so?” “I know so. He was really, really happy, Jude. He loves you.” He smiles into the dark. He wants to hear Willem say such things over and over, an endless loop of promises and avowals,
