I loved every minute.

One afternoon I stood on the terrace where Lorraine had challenged me and watched workers lift a young olive tree into place.

I remembered being twenty-six, eager to please, and believing that marrying a wealthy man meant I would never have to worry again.

I had spent so many years trying to feel secure inside his world.

Now I was standing in that world as a professional whose work had been chosen on its merits.

The project manager came over with a question about a low retaining wall.