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NOVEMBER 28-DECEMBER 25, 1985—SYRACUSE AND POMPEY, NEW YORKIt’s just before midnight and we’re finally off to bed. There are nine bedrooms in the mansion, not counting the master suite on the first floor, which was added during the summer so Sophie and Joe wouldn’t have to climb stairs. Monie has gone to tuck Tommy in bed down the hall. He’s bunking with her cousin Lucy’s kids. My mother is in the room next to ours, Lenny and Nancy are at the end of the hall, and Lou and Maria are across the hall from us. Phil left with Tiffany twenty minutes ago. I wonder if she’s going home with him, and as I think of it, I get all sorts of visions I don’t want.
I step into our room, which looks off over the fields in back, and turn on the lights. If this is a guest room, then our master suite at ho
