“That,” he said, “is a very clean case.

Messy divorces are the ones driven by revenge.

Yours is driven by arithmetic.

Arithmetic wins.”

Chapter 11 — The Greenwich Dinner

Three days later, Eleanor summoned me to a dinner at the family estate in Greenwich, to “resolve things like a family.” I understood what kind of resolution she had in mind, and I went anyway, because I had something to resolve too, and her dining room was as good a place as any.