She said it four weeks later, at a family dinner I hadn't wanted to attend.
Cliffside, the long table, the china that had been in the family since the 1890s. Miriam at one end. Owen at the other. Grant on his mother's left, where he'd sat since he was a child. Me on Owen's right. I was fifteen weeks pregnant by then and had stopped hiding it, so there was no point pretending to drink the wine.
Miriam waited until the salad plates were cleared.
"I want to discuss the trust," she said.
Owen set down his fork. "At dinner?"
"At dinner. Because the two of you have made it clear that the trust is a family matter, not a legal matter. So let's discuss it as a family." She folded her hands. "I'm proposing an amendment at the annual meeting. The Good Standing provision will be removed."
I felt
