“Oh, I know, I know. But for him, you know, Mr. Investment Banker, something like working in the attorney general’s office, in child protection especially—I don’t know. But he was proud of me. I guess.” She looked at Bernie; he was looking down now. “I am sure he was, Suzanne.” “But did he ever say that to you? That he was proud of me?” Suzanne asked. “Oh, Suzanne,” said Bernie, raising his tired eyes. “I know he was proud of you.”
