“Sasha wasn’t moving at all. She stood still, watching him. And then she reached for him, encircled Ted with her long arms and clung to him so that he felt her modest bulk, the height and weight of this new Sasha, his grown-up niece who had once been so small, and the irrevocability of that transformation released in Ted a ragged sorrow, so his throat seized up and a painful tingling fizzed in his nostrils,. He cleaved to Sasha. But she was gone, that little girl. Gone with the passionate boy who had loved her. Finally, she pulled away. ‘Wait here,’ she said, not meeting his eyes. ‘I’ll be right back.’ Disoriented, Ted hovered among the dancing Italians until a mounting sense of awkwardness drove him from the floor. He lingered near it. Eventually, he circled the floor. She’s mentioned having friends there – could she be talking to them somewhere? Had she gone outside? Anxious, foggy from his own drink, Ted ordered a San Pellegrino at the bar. And only then, as he reached for his wallet and found it gone, did he realize that she’s robbed him.” (p. 223)”

− Jennifer Egan −