I was at Harbor House when Graham called.
The staff were meeting in the main studio, looking over the city's offer. We had a temporary space, transition funding, and a possible path back to the waterfront after construction. None of it was guaranteed. The lease was short. The future depended on a second agreement that the city had not yet drafted.
I stepped into the hallway and answered.
"The board voted," Graham said.
"What happened?"
"They approved the pavilion name."
I closed my eyes.
"Did you challenge it?"
"Yes. I asked them to include my sister's letter in the record. They did. The vote still passed."
"I'm sorry."
"I voted against it."
I leaned against the wall. "What does that mean for you?"
"They removed me from the board."
The meeting room door opened behind me. Ruth
