I Let Them Finish Eating Before I Took Everything Back

at the rows of relatives, the flowers, the candles, the stupid rented glory of it.

“Not yet,” I said. “But stay close.”

When I ended the call, nobody moved.

Eleanor laughed too loudly.

“This is absurd. Nathan owns this home.”

“No,” I said. “He rented it from a client whose warehouse expansion I financed last spring.”

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