Then it all came apart . What was surprising, what made it all the more horrific, was how it happened. There had been no terrifying event in Larry's life. There had been no family tragedy. There had been no drugs or alcohol or girl gone wrong . The doctor's diagnosis: a chemical imbalance . Who knows how you get cancer? It was the same thing with Larry. He simply had a mental disease. It started as mild OCD, then became more severe, and then, try as they might, no one could stop his slide . By his sophomore year Larry was setting up rat traps so he could eat them. He became delusional. He dropped out of Yale. Then there were suicide attempts and major hallucinations and problems of all sorts. Larry broke into someone's house because the Clyzets from planet three hundred twenty-six were trying to lay a nest there. The family was home at the time . Larry Kidwell has been in and out of psych institutes ever since. Supposedly, there are moments when Larry is entirely lucid, and it is so painful for him, realizing what he has become, that he rips at his own face ergo the scars and cries out in such agony that they immediately sedate him . Okay, Myron said. Thanks for the warning . Myron headed out the door, shook it off. He hit Chang's Dry Cleaning next door. Maxine Chang was behind the counter. She looked, as always, exhausted and overworked. There were two women about Myron's age at the counter. They were talking about their kids and colleges. That was all anybody talked about right now. Every April, Livingston became a snow globe of college acceptances. The stakes, if you were to listen to the parents, could not have been higher. These weeks those thick-or-thin envelopes that arrived in their mailboxes decided how happy and successful their offspring would be for the rest of their lives . Ted is wait-listed at Penn but he made Lehigh, one said . Do you believe Chip Thompson got into Penn?His father . What? Oh wait, he's an alum, right?He gave them a quarter million dollars . I should have known. Chip had terrible boards . I heard they hired a pro to write his essays . I should have done that for Cole . Like that. On and on . Myron nodded at Maxine. Maxine Chang usually had a big smile for him. Not today. She shouted, Roger!Roger Chang came out of the back. Hey, Myron . What's up, Roger?You wanted the shirts boxed this time, right?Right . I 'll be right back . Maxine, one of the women said, did Roger hear from schools yet?Maxine barely looked up. He made Rutgers, she said. Wait-listed at others . Wow, congratulations . Thank you. But she didn't seem thrilled . Maxine, won't he be the first in your family to go to college? the other woman said. Her tone could only have sounded more patronizing if she'd been petting a dog.