Natalia and I stole her mother’s new blue Cadillac and drove out to Overpeck to find Tommy. Natalia steered inexpertly, lurching her way from the luxurious oaklined streets of Linden Hill, New Jersey—lush lawns and stately manors—to the spindly birch trees and ranch houses of Overpeck, aluminum siding and green awnings everywhere.
“Are you sure Tommy will be at this party?” I asked her.
“Pretty sure,” Natalia said. She drummed her French-manicured nails nervously on the wheel. I couldn’t tell if her uneasiness stemmed from our mission or from...