The man kicked his briefcase across the garage. "GoddammitGoddammitGoddammit." His wife watched from the door in her bathrobe. "Bill." she said. He went into a wild gyration with his arms, a furious bird that would never take flight. I thought about cartoons and started to laugh. His face was punched with anger. In that moment I did not recognize Mr. Roland at all.

I tossed his paper at the front door. It landed neatly on the mat that said "Welcome." I walked on without looking up.