"Today is my birthday, that seemingly milestone year of forty-five. But it does not seem a milestone at all to me. I see no great dividing line in my life unless it is the day we do the inevitable and send Noah away. The other night I told Karl we might have to find a place for Noah soon. "I like Noah," Karl said. "He can always stay in my room."
At this point let me be honest with myself: What is my attitude toward Noah? How do I view him? I think, put simply, I view him as...