I once knew a guy named Basil
One summer when I was 14, my parents and I were staying at my great aunt Françoise’s beach house in Woodshole on Cape Cod. There was a WASPy family who had the house next door, which wasn’t quite a mansion but was very large and had a wraparound balcony overlooking the ocean. They also had a son named Basil who was 16 and had blonde hair. One night they had us all over to dinner and...