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

Supreme Court.

The courthouse steps were crowded with reporters.

I wore navy.

Not black.

Black would have looked theatrical. White would have invited comparison with Celeste. Navy suggested seriousness without mourning.

Julian walked beside me without touching me.

That restraint generated more photographs than contact would have.

Inside, Graham sat between continue reading …