Imagine John Cheever chronicling the domestic tensions of brownstone Brooklyn rather than those of Westchester County. A half-hearted obsession with IPA has replaced getting a highball just right, and kitchen islands have replaced swimming pools as the inducers of envy. But, in this story, Cheshire shows that action born from feeling remains constant. And, like Cheever does so masterfully, Cheshire deftly walks the line between facade and interior simmer, between inevitability and surprise.