The controlling shares.

None of those facts could be shouted down.

My father had spent a lifetime winning the only kind of fight he understood, and he had walked, that morning, into the one kind he could not win.

I have turned that difference over many times since, because it is the whole secret of how a grieving pregnant woman on a porch defeated a powerful man standing in her house, and it is not the secret most people would guess.

It was not that I was braver than him, or smarter, or that some clever twist saved me at the last moment.