“Nealon is shook. He has not foreseen any version of this meeting in which he would be sitting in a hotel foyer listening to a man unspooling his whole life in a way that made more sense coming from him than anything he himself had experienced. Such an unbroken telling of it makes him wonder how he has remained so fragmented and disordered to himself. How has he failed to see such continuance? This whole thing falls outside any idea of the life he knows as his own.”