Reva reclined in her window airplane seat, with an empty chair between her and a guy in his 20s who hadn’t looked up from his laptop for hours. The late morning flight was headed to Los Angeles. Reva couldn’t get a direct flight to Santa Barbara this time. She felt a bizarre combination of emotions, getting away from the pressures of her solo, middle-aged life as an overworked school administrator while embarking on the new, unknown pressures of living with Jules and the impending rollercoaster ride of his cognitive decline. Читать дальше...