“Mr.

Sterling,” I said, still looking down at the oak tree.

“Yes, Evelyn?” “I want you to establish a foundation, tomorrow morning.

The Harrison and Clara Vance Endowment.

I want fifty million dollars placed into a permanent trust, to fund full residential, medical, and private care, for every single resident living in the state-funded wings of this city’s nursing homes.” Mr.

Sterling blinked.