“Your mother is gone. Tears won’t bring her back—so wipe your face, make dinner, and don’t look like a grieving child when my guests arrive.” That was what my husband said.

Mr. Harrison was not finished. He pointed at Mark’s face again, this time with his index finger, trembling with contained emotion. He shouted loudly for everyone in the room to hear this painful truth. Mr. Harrison said, “Mark, everyone who’s anyone in this town, all my colleagues, all the major investors know who Mrs. Vance is.” They bow to her in respect. They honor her wisdom and her power. Everyone knows how great she is, except you. The words except you were spoken in a sharp tone that struck Mark’s chest. Mr. Harrison continued, saying that Mark was the only person who had been physically closest to Mrs. Vance. He lived under the same roof.