Julian was attentive and charming, the version of himself he wore in public and, in those years, still often wore at home.

He ordered wine he said I would like and was right.

He carried Lily on his shoulders through the surf.

In the evenings, when Lily was asleep, he and Jim would sit out on the balcony with drinks and talk in the low voices of men discussing serious things, and I would hear the murmur of it from inside and feel glad that my husband and my brother got along.

I was a corporate auditor by training and by temperament.