Most definitely. To me and Katherine.
“As an actual Swann, I’m blood,” Del said, “even if no one would ever know it by how I was treated.” He picked up a framed photo of Katherine from the desk, embraced it against his chest just a moment, but then put it right back down to wipe at his eyes. “Grandmother’s lawyer tells me her possessions have been inventoried, every last one, so just don’t touch anything.”
With that, Del rushed from the room, gone in a blur. I was hoping for good.
Now that I knew his name, I also knew why I hadn’t seen enough of him to recognize his smug face right away. He and Katherine had shared several Facetime conversations about me way back when I was a kitten. I tend to eavesdrop whenever I hear my name bandied about, even if I do often pretend not to recognize i
