My grandmother had told me that a woman with her own name on her own front door could survive almost anything.

I could not give those women back the doors that had been stolen.

But I could help them prove the doors had been theirs, and make the people who took them pay to make it right, and in more than one case put a new key, legally and permanently, back in a hand that had thought it lost everything.

Fergus closed his failing Manhattan venture and opened a small, good bistro in Boston with Dell.

They did not become a perfect father and son overnight.