“ ‘You know, whatever happens with us,’ I said, ‘as teacher and pupil, as friends, whatever comes to pass—whether we go to Europe eventually, or we study here—I’ll never forget you listening to me tonight, I’ll never forget your inveterate kindness.’

“ ‘Quinn, you’re a battered soul,’ he said to me. ‘And probably the better for it. I can’t deny how compelling you are to me, and the challenge that you present to me. Yes, I want to be your teacher. I’d be honored to be your teacher, and I do think there are things we could achieve together. But you don’t know me yet, and you may come to change your mind about me when certain things become clear to you.’

“ ‘Nothing will ever change this love, Nash,’ I responded. ‘Any more than anything will change what I feel for Mona Mayfair.’

“He gave me the most reassuring smile.

“ ‘And now you need to go in and get dressed,’ he said. ‘The reading of your grandfather’s will, remember?’

“How could I forget?

“I bolted down a huge breakfast in the kitchen and then went up to shower and change, half afraid of what I might find in the bathroom in the way of patchwork repairs, but everything was done to perfection.

“Feeling lightheaded and like a conquistador of grand emotions, I piled into the limousine with Aunt Queen and Patsy, who looked like deliberate and absolute trash in her red leather clothes, and Jasmine, dressed to the teeth in a gorgeous black suit and stiletto heels, and off we went to the lawyer’s office in Ruby River City. Big Ramona and Felix were supposed to have come too, but there was no way the house could spare them. Clem, who was driving the limo, had also been alerted to come inside when we got there. And Lolly, who was up front with Clem, was also included.

“In short order, we settled down in one of those generic legal places of which I’ve seen several in my time, outfitted with blackberry leather chairs and a big glass-covered mahogany desk for the man who reads the document that is bound to make somebody feel rotten.

“Our pleasant-voiced lawyer, Grady Breen (Gravier’s old and dear friend, and a relic of some eighty-five years in age), made all the appropriate offers of coffee or soft drinks, which we all in our anxiety declined, and then we were off and running.

“Last time it had been Patsy who was so brutally hurt with a trust-fund inheritance that didn’t amount in her mind to a pittance. And everybody was silently betting it was Patsy again who would get scalded and leave the office yowling.