“I didn’t come out here wanting to fuck it up.”

“I know.”

“I wanted this to work out. I wanted them to be a part of my life. There are empty places.”

“Maybe the way to look at it is that you should’ve worked to be a part of their lives and hoped to fill the empty places they have.”

Peter pressed his lips together and looked at the ground, like maybe there was something interesting there. Elm leaves, dried and brittle in the cold. “Shit. I’ve gotta go.”

He walked across the leaf-strewn yard and got into the limo and drove away. There was still a little snow on the windshield when he left.

Pike and I waited at the Taurus until Karen and Toby came out. Karen was smiling and said, “I feel like a celebration. Would you like to have a late breakfast? On me, of course.”

“Whatever you want.”

We went to the Chelam diner and sat in a booth and had eggs and sausage and pumpkin pancakes and home-fried potatoes, but it wasn’t much of a celebration. There was a curious letdown feeling between us, as if there were unresolved business still at hand. When Toby was finished, he got up and played a video game. Space Command. A guy with a ray gun trying to kill thousands of little bugs. Karen watched him uneasily.

I said, “At loose ends?”

She nodded. “Does it show?”

I said, “There’s a lot to think about. There’s still Peter in your life.”

She nodded again. “It’s that, but it’s more than that, too. It’s as if a very large object has moved across the sky, but only we’ve seen it. These other people here in the diner, Joyce Steuben at the bank, no one else in town has seen it.”

I nodded. It’s always like that.

She said, “I don’t know what I’m going to do. I thought I did, but now I don’t.” She turned away from her son and looked at me. “I fought so hard to keep what I have here in Chelam and at the bank. Now that I’ve got it, you know what keeps coming to mind? Maybe I can get a better job closer to the city or up in Boston. Maybe I can find a better high school for Toby. Isn’t that crazy?”

I made the same little shrug for Karen Lloyd that I had made for Peter Alan Nelsen. “Not crazy. It wasn’t a choice you could make before. Now you’re free to make any choice you want.”

She sort of smiled at that and looked back at her son. “Yes, I guess I am.” Then the smile became a little laugh that was light and open. It was the first time that I had heard her laugh.