“Tomorrow,” she said, “we’ll contact the attorneys and ask what comes next.

Tonight I would like to stop making the children wait for another adult argument.”

I agreed.

Before we left the study, I asked one last question.

“What was William like with children?”

Margaret looked at his portrait and smiled through tears.

“He used to make terrible pancakes shaped like airplanes.

He’d insist the wings were accurate and the children would insist they were burnt.”