I watched her shake her head politely both times.

Mom came to whisper in his ear, then looked directly at me.

I kept eating the rosemary potatoes Marcus had chosen after three separate tastings.

It would have been easy for me to turn the whole evening into surveillance.

Instead, when the band started playing, I put the speech in my bag and went to dance with my husband.

But Dad was not finished trying to control the story.

PART 6