Fifteen Years After My Father Changed the Locks, He Seated Me at Table Twenty-Two

My hands stayed on the tablecloth.

“You intercepted them,” Clare said.

“You hid them.

For fifteen years.”

Gerald looked at the room, then at Margaret.

Margaret adjusted her double-strand pearl necklace and did not meet his eyes.

Richard Hail folded his napkin once and set it beside his plate.

He checked his watch again and left his coat on the back of his chair.