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Tom said, “I had to leave earlier than usual this morning, Janice. I had no choice.”
    She blew out a gust of air. “I know. I’m sorry. But after changing his bed, I had to do laundry. It’s not even lunchtime, and I’m exhausted.”
    He stayed her as she moved toward the bed. “I’ll take care of this.”
    “You’re in a hurry to get away.”
    “Five minutes won’t matter. Will you fix me a sandwich, please? I’ll eat it on the way down to Tambour.”
    After seeing to Lanny, he went into their bedroom and changed out of his suit and into outdoor clothes. Before day’s end, he would probably be called upon to join the manhunt. He had little or nothing to contribute to such an undertaking, but he would make the gesture of pitching in.
    He dressed in jeans and a short-sleeved white shirt, and slipped on an old pair of sneakers, reminding himself to check the trunk of his car for the rubber boots he used to wear whenever he went fishing.
    He used to do a lot of things he no longer did.
    When he walked into the kitchen, Janice’s back was to him. She was preoccupied with making his sandwich so he studied her for several seconds without her being aware of it.
    She hadn’t retained the prettiness that she’d had when they first met. The thirteen years since Lanny’s birth had taken a visible toll. Her movements were no longer graceful and fluid, but efficient and brisk, as though if she didn’t hurry up and accomplish the task at hand, she would lose the wherewithal to do it.
    The slender young body she’d boasted had been whittled away and now she could be described as gaunt. Workand worry had etched lines around her eyes, and the lips that had always been on the verge of smiling were perpetually drawn with disappointment.
    Tom didn’t blame her for these changes in her appearance. The changes in him were just as disagreeable. Unhappiness and hopelessness were stamped indelibly onto their faces. Worse, the changes weren’t only physical. Their love for each other had been drastically altered by the ongoing tragedy that their life together had become. The love he felt for Janice now was based more on pity than passion.
    When first married, they’d shared an interest in jazz, movies, and Tuscan cooking. They’d planned to spend a summer in Italy attending cooking classes and drinking the regional vintages during sun-drenched afternoons.
    That was just one of their dreams that had been shattered.
    Every single day Tom asked himself how long they could go on in their present state. Something must change. Tom knew it. He figured Janice did, too. But neither wanted to be the first to wave a white flag on their commitment to their helpless son. Neither wanted to be the first to say, “I can’t do this any longer,” and suggest doing what they had pledged never to do, which was to place him in a special care facility.
    The good ones were private and therefore costly. But the exorbitant expense was only one obstacle. Tom wasn’t certain what Janice’s reaction would be if he suggested they amend their original policy regarding Lanny’s care. He was afraid she would talk him out of it. And equally afraid that she wouldn’t.
    Sensing his presence, she glanced over her shoulder. “Ham and cheese with brown mustard?”
    “Fine.”
    She folded plastic wrap around the sandwich. “Do you plan to stay away overnight?”
    “I can’t leave you alone with Lanny for that long.”
    “I would manage.”
    Tom shook his head. “I’ll come back. Fred Hawkins will share with me all his case notes.”
    “You mean the oracle of the Tambour Police Department?”
    Her sarcasm made him smile. She’d known the Hawkins twins from her last year of high school, when her father had decided to move “to the country” and had taken Janice out of the parochial academy in New Orleans and transferred her to the public school in Tambour. While the distance wasn’t that far, the two environments had been worlds apart.
    Janice had