“You watched Grant lie to me for three years.”

“You helped him hide the money.”

“I did what was necessary to protect the family,” she said.

“The family is gone,” I said.

“The name is being removed from the gate today.”

“The trust will place a bronze plaque there next week.”

“It will describe the history of the land before your husband’s grandfather built this place.”

Margaret looked down at the wet stone of the porch.

“Where am I supposed to go?” she asked.

It was the first time I had ever heard her voice sound small.

“Daniel has arranged for a small apartment in Queens,” I said.

“The trust from your father will cover the rent.”

“It is more than you left the employees of the Greenwich hotel.”

She did not answer.

She turned her back to me and walked slowly down the steps.

Her driver held the door for her.

She got into the car without looking back.

The silver car backed down the long, winding driveway.

The wet tires left dark tracks in the grey gravel.