“When I’m with you and the children, I guess.”

“I’m really pleased to hear that. Did you notice that Peter told us he’d lost a son? And you really think he’s more fortunate than you?”

“No, just more successful professionally.”

“Be grateful for what you have, Gorham.” They went on in silence for another minute. He could tell Maggie was really angry.

“Juan Campos was at Columbia with you too,” she suddenly said. “Are you trying to tell me Juan is some kind of failure? Because I don’t happen to think he is.”

Juan Campos had had a bad time for a number of years, when El Barrio and every other poor area of the city had fallen into ever greater neglect. But he’d come through it and was making a big success as an administrator in the community college system now. Gorham had a feeling that Juan’s career might be developing into greater things.

“Okay,” Gorham said. “You’ve made your point.”

That weekend, they stayed in the city. Saturday was a bright, clear day. They went down to the South Street Seaport, and Gorham amazed his children by telling them that their ancestors had actually been merchants with counting houses down there. Then they all went to a movie together. On Sunday, Maggie made brunch, and they had friends round, and that evening he helped the kids with their homework. He felt better after that, and for several weeks he kept himself busy with his work and the children, and with Maggie of course, and he’d supposed that he was back to being his usual self, when he overheard Maggie having a telephone conversation with a friend.

“I just don’t know what to do with him,” she said. “It’s really difficult.” Then, when she saw him come into the room, she’d quickly ended the call.

“What was that about?” he asked.

“Just a client who’s giving me some problems,” she said. “I’d rather not talk about it.”

But he suspected that she might have been talking about him.

The new millennium began. The much-anticipated Y2K bug hardly materialized at all in the USA, or the UK, or the other countries that had prepared for it. But then it didn’t seem to appear in the countries that had almost ignored it. That spring, the dot.com boom had reached its high point, then the NASDAQ index had started a wholesale retreat.

Early in April, Juan Campos had called, sounding very cheerful, and they’d met for lunch. Things were going well for Juan. Janet had made a documentary on his community college. “You can’t make a dime with a documentary,” Juan said, “but it has given her enormous satisfaction. She wants to show it to you herself sometime.” Gorham was delighted to see his friend so upbeat, and promised to come up and visit them soon.