“If you could have anything in the world, what would it be?”
McCormick imagines perfect pitch, abdominal muscles, the return of love’s first moments, a round of golf with Pops lifted from the grave.
He says, “Just you and Momma, that’s all I want and I’ve got you.”
June says, “Well I want a beach house like Whistler’s. With a pool.”
McCormick never winces at her privilege or its limits. The waiter leaves a mango smoothie by their deck chairs. She swims for it.
He thinks, if the renters in 5B lay a thicker carpet I might get some sleep.
McCormick 100 