“I can’t eat,” I said.

“Then sit in their nursery,” Margaret said.

“Pain is useful if you don’t waste it on self-pity.”

At ten past ten, Daniel Harris knocked on the library door and came in carrying his leather briefcase.

He took off his gold-rimmed glasses and cleaned the lenses with a silk pocket square before speaking.

“Cole filed a corporate countersuit in State Supreme Court at four-thirty,” Daniel said, pausing three seconds between each word.

“He claims your emergency trust draw was an unauthorized diversion of marital assets.”