That did not mean he could ignore what had happened.

Miriam’s health fluctuated.

Some mornings she felt strong enough to accompany me to the market; on others she could barely make tea.

She told Pearl stories about my father, and Pearl began collecting them in a notebook she called THE HANDS BOOK.

One evening Desmond asked me to walk along the lakefront after dinner.

The wind lifted the ends of his scarf.

He looked nervous in a way the founder of a shipping empire rarely did.