“The wedding china,” she said. She couldn’t help it. The words just fell out of her mouth. The entire set had been smashed. Shards were spread across the table like bone fragments. She felt horrified, as if she were seeing a mutilated corpse. “It was an accident,” Grace began. “Did James Harris do this?” Patricia asked. “Did he try to intimidate you? Did he come here and threaten you?” She tore her eyes away from the carnage and saw Grace’s face. It was pinched with fury. “Do not ever say that man’s name again,” Grace said. “Not to me, not to anyone.
