I knew the pain I’d caused. In flats along the parkway, families—normal families—were having birthday parties, cooking stew, playing bridge, and mending mittens. But they weren’t packing their thermoses and skates for the warming house and hockey boards or heading to Matt’s for a burger and a three-two beer. Normal families were staying home. The Catholics took to wearing medals of Saint Hubert. After the attacks increased, even the Lutherans adopted him.