And I had answered it freely, warmly, offering her tea.

I handed my sister-in-law the first piece of the map she would use to try to take everything, and I thanked her for her company while I did it.

Chapter 6 — Clinton on the Phone

A few days later, walking down the upstairs hallway toward the linen closet, I caught the tail end of my youngest son’s voice coming from the spare bedroom.

Clinton was on his mobile phone, speaking in the low, kind tone of a man arranging something helpful.