And Bea said: “Because she asked me to be at the head table.

Which means when the thing happens I’m going to be eleven feet away from her with a hundred and fifty people looking at both of us.

“And Odie knows what I look like, Dad.

She knows exactly what I look like.”

I said, “I don’t follow.”

And my daughter said, very evenly: “She wants the photograph.

“She wants everybody in that room to look at Mom and then look at me.

That’s the point of me being at that table.