We assembled the meeting with the care that meetings of this weight require.
Damien and I flew from Seattle. Diana flew from London. Robert Hargrove was already in Zurich. Callum drove from Vancouver where he had been for the week, meeting us at the Zurich airport with the expression of a man who has been briefed on the agenda and has several feelings about it.
“This is either going to be the most productive conversation in Hargrove history,” he said, “or a catastrophe.”
“Historically those two things look similar from the outside,” Damien said.
We took two cars to Robert’s townhouse, the same quiet street, the same shuttered windows, the same window boxes that I now noticed with a different awareness, tended by a man who had more care in him than he had ever deployed in the directions
