“Why would you give me a job at Dad’s firm?” she whispered.

“Because Dad paid your tuition,” I said.

“And because sitting around waiting for someone else to pay your bills is over.”

She looked down at her nails, then back out at the cold lake mist.

“Do I have to buy work boots?” she asked.

“You start at seven o’clock Monday morning,” I said.

At one o’clock, I went upstairs to Walter’s master study.

Victoria was standing near the tall mahogany bookcase, holding a heavy brass picture frame in both hands.