Goodnight Nobody
A Novel
Chapter One
"Hello?" I tapped on Kitty Cavanaugh's red front
door, then lifted the brass knocker and gave it
a few thumps for good measure. "Hello?"
"Mommy, can I ring the doorbell?" Sophie asked.
She stood on her tiptoes and waved her fist in
the air.
"No, it's my turn," said Sam, kicking his
sneakered feet against one of the half-dozen
perfectly spherical pumpkins beside Kitty's
front door. Halloween was a week away, and we'd
only gotten around to carving our single
jack-o'-lantern the night before. It had come
out crooked and its right side had rotted and
caved in overnight, and it looked like we had a
sadistic stroke victim parked on our porch. When
I'd lit the candle, all three kids had cried.
"My turn!" said Jack, shoving his
younger-by-three-minutes brother.
"Don't push me!" cried Sam, shoving back.
"Sophie, then Sam, then Jack," I said. Two
degrees in English literature, a career in New
York City, and this was where I'd ended up,
standing on a semi-stranger's doorstep in a
Connecticut suburb with uncombed hair and a tote
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