“ ‘Quinn, listen to me. Mona has asked that you not see her. She’s made us promise repeatedly that we won’t let you in. It will break her heart if we break our word. We can’t do it. It would be selfish for you to come. Don’t you understand what I’m saying?’

“ ‘Good heavens, you mean she looks sick as well as feels sick? She’s deteriorated. She’s—.’ I was stymied.

“ ‘Yes, Quinn. But don’t give up hope. We are a long way from doing that. We’re trying to build her back up. Her appetite is good. She’s holding her own. She’s got her books on tape. She’s got her films. She sleeps a lot. That’s to be expected.’

“ ‘Does she know I’m back?’

“ ‘Yes, she does, and she loves you.’

“ ‘Can I send her flowers?’

“ ‘Yes, you can do that, but be sure you put Ophelia Immortal on the card, won’t you?’

“ ‘Why can’t I talk to her by phone? Why can’t we use E-mail?’

“There was a long pause and then he said,

“ ‘She’s too weak for it, Quinn. And she doesn’t want to do it. She’s sick to her stomach, son. But this won’t go on forever. She’ll get better.’

“As soon as I rang off I ordered tons of flowers, baskets and baskets of Casablanca lilies and marguerites and zinnias and everything I could think of. I hoped they would fill her isolation chamber. Every card was to be writ large, to my Ophelia Immortal.

“After that I remember that I drifted into the kitchen, light-headed with jet lag and grief, and I saw Tommy playing Scrabble with little Jerome and I thought how incredible that the little guy could play the game at the tender age of three, until I realized Tommy was actually just teaching him words like ‘red’ and ‘bed’ and ‘web’ and ‘do’ and ‘say’ and ‘go.’

“I remember drifting into the pantry and thinking the child was one of Jasmine’s little nieces or nephews and asking her, ‘Who are his parents?’ and hearing her say, ‘You and I are.’ I remember nearly fainting. But that’s a figure of speech. She also said to me, ‘His middle name is Tarquin.’

“I remember going back out, feeling I was floating, and staring at my son and at my adopted thirteen-year-old uncle, and feeling myself utterly and totally privileged with these two generations, and when Jasmine appeared I put my arm around her and kissed her and she pushed me away, saying under her breath that there had been enough of that, and I ought to know it.