My grandmother didn’t leave me 51 percent of her company because I was better than Josephine.

She left it to me because she knew I wouldn’t let power corrupt me the way it had corrupted my father.

My learning disability isn’t my flaw. It’s part of who I am—like my visual memory, my patience, my ability to see patterns others miss.

The things that made me slow in my parents’ eyes were the same things that let me see the truth when everyone else looked away.

Harold judged worth by credentials, degrees, performance.

Genevieve judged worth by character, kindness, and the way people treated those who couldn’t fight back.