She was talking to the university vice-chancellor’s wife, smoothing her lapels with quick, rhythmic strokes of her palm.

“Isn’t it fascinating how some families let their daughters get buried in government service?” Eleanor said, her voice carrying clearly through the wall vent.

“We always believed a mother’s first duty is making sure her son has the leverage to build a real business.”

The vice-chancellor’s wife smiled politely and adjusted her silk scarf.

“And your daughter, Mrs.

Mitchell?

Is she coming to the ceremony today?”

Eleanor smoothed her lapels again and looked toward the refreshment table.