Fifteen Years After My Father Changed the Locks, He Seated Me at Table Twenty-Two
“Nobody expected you to sit through the whole evening,” she said.
Gerald came up behind her shoulder.
“I told you to leave.”
“You did.”
He set his palm flat on the cloth beside my wine glass.
“I want you to understand the room you’re sitting in.
These are my clients.
Half of them thought you were a story I made up.”