“Fifty million?

Evelyn, you could live anywhere in the world.

You could buy an estate in Europe, you could travel, you could—” “I am seventy-eight years old, Mr.

Sterling,” I said, with a soft, quiet smile.

“I do not need a mansion in Europe.

I need to know that no old woman ever again has to sit in a cold room feeling like the whole world has forgotten she exists.

I have sat in that room.