Fifteen Years After My Father Changed the Locks, He Seated Me at Table Twenty-Two
“Your father thinks money gives him the right to dictate who stands where,” Arthur said, looking directly at me.
“My family has lived in this valley since 1920, Evelyn.
We don’t let men like Gerald buy power over a wedding.”
“He’ll try to shut off the microphone if Clare speaks,” I said.
“If he causes a disturbance,” Arthur said quietly, “Howard has explicit instructions from two bank directors sitting in that room to have security walk Gerald out to his car.”
Arthur looked toward Main Street, where the green sign for Ulette Insurance hung above the brick storefront two blocks away.
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