The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

This one will have to go a bit slower - it's rich and there is a lot I could miss if I go too fast. Each chapter is about a new character - I am not sure if they will join up at some point. The images of Mick, the child in the 3rd or 4th chapter were so compelling. Everything seemed so reckless and dangerous. She was babysitting an infant, but standing on the roof of an unfinished house looking down on the world - I felt like I was her - tethered between the two places. Baby crying on the ground and the whole sky above and grave danger between. I can still feel dizzy thinking about it. She was reluctant to leave the place, but knew she had to. There is something raw about that place between child and adult.