My Mother-in-Law Sat Me by the Service Door

asking what the foundation actually did.

Or who funded it.

My phone vibrated.

James.

Mom has been at the hotel since noon. She’s reorganized the seating chart three times already.

I smiled.

Poor staff.

I’ll survive.

The Meridian Grand Ballroom looked exactly as Eleanor would have wanted.

Crystal chandeliers.

Tall white floral arrangements.

Soft piano music.

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