For a second, we were connected by cashmere. “Are you here for me?” she asked suddenly. “What?” “You heard me. Are you here for me?” “I came to pay my respects. Your father was a good man, and your mother has always been nothing but kind to me.” “Why did you come back this summer?” “Because my oldest friends were behaving like children.” “And I didn’t factor into those decisions?” she pressed. “You never do.” She nodded briskly. There was no hint of emotion on her lovely face. “Good.”
