Which Way?There was no one in the room. Blinds and curtains were closed; the light of the skies, if any, was shut out. Only the fire was alive, consuming its lifefor what? Then the door opened and as Claudia came with hurried steps into the fire's glow, two open letters in her hand, the telephone began ringing. She shut the door and turned up the lights. Claudia Heseltine returns to this moment three times in a series of parallel narratives. As the novel