The public rehearsal was held at the Bellwether Maritime Museum, where the opening exhibit had been installed in a renovated sail loft.
I arrived with a notebook and a list of changes. Margaret had arranged for the event producer to meet me before the sound check. I had expected Daniel to object. He was already there when I walked into the hall.
He stood beneath the large projection screen, speaking with the sound engineer. His jacket was buttoned, his tie neat. He looked like the man in the gala photographs, the one who could stand in front of donors and make every setback sound like an intentional choice.
He glanced at me, then back at the engineer.
The event producer, Tom Hale, came over. "Mara, thanks for coming. We can make the credit changes, but the program has already gone to p
