Now I could picture her watching Cordelia’s outburst and knowing that the cameras were recording every word.

Marianne was not a vindictive person by nature.

In our early years she had once carried groceries across three icy blocks because an elderly neighbor was recovering from pneumonia.

She had argued with a landlord about a broken heater not only for our apartment but for everyone on the floor.

What I had mistaken for softness was a determination that had never needed an audience.

My phone vibrated.