Not surprisingly, a lot of these stories about the Cold War focus on Berlin. But my favorite so far takes place in the good ol' U.S.A. and features nary a soldier nor spy. Instead Lescroat is interested in how the Cuban Missile Crisis affects one American family. The narrator, now an adult, was a high school boy whose younger brother was what we would now call autistic. He has a hard time in school but things seem to be going okay until that awful October, 1962...
I think what I like best in this story is a character type I don't remember seeing in fiction before, but whom I recognize from real life: a vain, charismatic guy who has no clue as to how he can damage people's lives. And in this case, alas, he's a priest.
