“ ‘Absolutely and forever,’ I said. ‘But we don’t have to wait for the ceremony. We could fly out tonight, and get married in Paris. Aunt Queen does it all the time—just flying out. We’d need your passport of course, but I’d go back to the house with you—.’

“ ‘Darling,’ said Aunt Queen, ‘I don’t think that’s necessary. I think I see the Mayfairs coming up the drive now.’

“It was a giant black stretch limousine, just like Aunt Queen’s car, crunching the gravel down as it lumbered to a stop before the front steps of the house.

“Mona turned around, then she turned back and she looked at me. The tears rose in her eyes. ‘Tarquin,’ she said, ‘would you really take me with you tonight?’

“ ‘Yes, absolutely!’ I said. ‘Aunt Queen, you know it’s what you want, that I go to Europe, that I be educated! Nash, you can guide and tutor all of us.’ I would die for Mona, I knew it. I would fight everyone in that car.

“ ‘Nash,’ said Aunt Queen, ‘go and greet them for me, darling. I see the security man rising to his feet. Call him off. I’ll never make it across the lawn in these shoes. Be the front man, will you, dear?’

“Mona quickly explained that it was Ryan Mayfair, the lawyer and father of Pierce, and Dr. Rowan Mayfair, and her husband, Michael Curry, who were now approaching the table. I stood up naturally, but Mona did not, and I moved behind her chair and I placed my hands on her shoulders. I had my back to those coming up the lawn. I was being rude. I was bracing for battle.

“ ‘Don’t worry, my brave Ophelia,’ I said under my breath, ‘you shall not perish while this brave Laertes lives.’

“But the most curious aspect to all this for me was not my own pounding heart, it was the cautious and almost hostile expression on Aunt Queen’s face as the little party came around to the left of me, with Nash quickly inviting them to sit down.

“They all declined a chair. They were very much ‘in a hurry,’ but were very thankful. ‘We’ve come to pick up Mona,’ said Dr. Rowan Mayfair in a very soft and polite voice. I believe it’s what you call a whiskey voice. ‘Mrs. McQueen,’ she said with a little nod of her head, ‘you have a magnificent house.’

“ ‘Well, I hope someday,’ said Aunt Queen, ‘you can come to visit.’ But she was not her usual warm self when she said these words, and she was scrutinizing the group of them in a way I’ve never seen.