“I knew that you knew.”

“I told myself it was about the family.

About continuity, and the name, and my husband’s father, and all of it.” A pause.

“It was vanity.

It was a seventy-two-year-old woman who wanted something to show people, and I picked the one person in that family who couldn’t fight back, and I did it in company, for six years, while my son sat there and let me.”

“He did let you.”