I expected the man to return and say something like, “The lady will see you now,” but instead old Tatie came shuffling down the stairs alone. She was small and unfathomably old, but she held herself upright and stiff as an arrow, and she was quick on her feet. Her fingers grazed the rail for effect and not for support.

She stomped towards me, her mouth set in a straight line and her fierce blue eyes exposing no hint of senility. She did not politely stop at the edge of my 2.5 feet of personal space but pushed her way in farther, until she was right under my chin—close enough that I could count the liver spots and upper lip hairs. I did not back up, but folded my arms between us and let her look at me. Her nostrils flared slightly and she took a step away, turning towards the bar.

“You’re old enough to drink, aren’t you?” she asked, glancing toward the bar.

“You know I am.”

“Well, I suppose you are. What’ll you have?”

I think she was trying to convey that she never thought about me. I didn’t buy it, but I let it slide. “Surprise me.”

Eliza did not look over her shoulder but called out to the doorman, who had crept in a few moments behind her. “Harry, make us a couple of gin and tonics.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I hated gin and tonic, but I didn’t say so. Eliza glowered at me—offended, curious, and maybe just a touch amused. She plopped her little self into a green velour wing-backed chair and gestured at the one facing her. I leaned back into it, crossing my legs across the shins as though I were wearing a skirt, and not at my thighs, like a man would. Eliza noticed. She noticed pretty much everything, I was willing to bet. She dragged her eyes up and down my posture as if she was calculating a score for my presentation.

By the time we’d settled, Harry had provided the drinks and quietly retreated. A door closed somewhere down the hall, declaring that we were alone. The distant, soft click was Eliza’s cue.

“So what do you think?” she demanded.

“Of what?”

“Me. This place. You came here to have a look, didn’t you? You jealous and greedy mixed kids always did envy this house. You’re all just sitting around, waiting for me to kick the bucket so you can go to court and try to get it.”

“I wouldn’t take this house if you gave it to me, and I don’t need your money. I came here to see you.” I figured I’d tell the truth until I had a better handle on what I needed to lie about.