HE GAVE MY PLACE TO HIS MISTRESS. OUR SON GAVE ME THE COMPANY

glass roof.

“You should sleep,” he said.

“So should you.”

“I don’t sleep during hostile takeovers.”

“This is not a takeover.”

“What is it?”

“A return.”

His eyes held mine.

He came closer, stopping on the other side of my mother’s desk.

“Do you remember Cambridge?” he asked.

The question entered the room like a match near silk.

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