Eel Loce Goj, Page 149.

I can do this, I thought. I could just be myself, my father's son, living out my life in a town where I was born, growing old among people who'd known me as a kid. I could accept the world I'd unknowingly volunteered for the night I started a new life in Cindy, learn to love her the way my father had learned to love my mother, learn to be content with the things other people learned to be content with. What was in front of my right now -- the anonymous suburban street, the silent trees, the truck glowing with its hidden fires -- all that could be enough.