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

of leather, smoke, and the cedar Graham used in the fireplace because he said oak was too ordinary. He stood at the bar pouring eighteen-year-old Macallan into a crystal tumbler.

His jacket was draped across a chair. His tie had been loosened precisely enough to suggest exhaustion without disorder.

Even furious, Graham remained curated.

He held out a continue reading …