...I’m sorry. Charlie forgot. I meant to call you from Harlem . . . Susan, everything’s going to be okay. I mean it. Susan? . . .” He put the telephone down. “I’d better go to New Hampshire. Where’s the airplane?” “Teteboro Airport,” answered somebody. “Okay! Let’s go! Let’s go! Are you coming Henry?” “What?” New Hampshire was a long way from New York. I wasn’t ready to travel. Stanton went in the bathroom. When he came out again he handed me a toothbrush and a comb. “Is there anything else you nee...