The Room My Father Built
Then I got dressed and drove to my office and called a lawyer.
Part Six: Fourteen Years
I met Christopher Voss in 2010 at a fundraiser for a preservation society, which is the kind of thing my father dragged me to.
He was thirty and I was twenty-eight.
He was in commercial real estate finance and he was extremely good at it, and he was funny, and he was interested in the building we were standing in, which almost nobody at those things is.
He asked me four questions about a cornice.
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