Isabelle's flight was at seven in the morning.
I knew this because Jade mentioned it at Sunday dinner the week before, the way Jade mentioned most things — in passing, casually, embedded in a longer sentence about something else, the information arriving before you had time to prepare for it. Six weeks in London. A major international conference, then client meetings, then a deposition she had been preparing for since October. She would be back mid-January.
Six weeks.
I had done the math before Jade finished the sentence and hated myself for doing it.
The farewell brunch was Saturday morning at the Calloway brownstone — Patricia's idea, executed with Patricia's characteristic warmth and excess. French toast and fresh flowers and the good coffee Gerald saved for occasions, the whole fam
