Eleanor called me the next morning.
"I want to meet," she said. "Just you and me. No lawyers."
"Why?"
"Because I think we can come to an understanding."
I did not want to meet her. I was tired of being summoned. But I was also curious, and I was smart enough to know that whatever Eleanor wanted, it was worth hearing.
"Fine," I said. "Where?"
"The house. Two o'clock."
I went. The house was quiet. Rosa was not there, which was strange. Eleanor was alone in the study, and she looked older than I had ever seen her. Her hair was not as neat, and her hands were shaking slightly when she poured the tea.
"Sit down," she said.
I sat. I did not drink the tea.
"I've been thinking about what you said," Eleanor said. "About the agreement. About the fact that Charles drafted it in a way that p
