It is the most useful disguise a competent woman owns, that the world cannot, from the outside, distinguish her surrender from her preparation.

They look the same, right up until one of them opens three binders on a courtroom table.

Chapter 8 — The Twelve-Thousand-Dollar Settlement

Three weeks later, Julian called me.

I let it ring, and then I answered, because I wanted to hear it.

“I heard you’re staying with the old cripple next door,” he said, and I could hear the sneer riding on top of the words.