Chapter 16
From Exeter, my son went on to Harvard. I hoped he would become a doctor or a professor. Or even a lawyer. But his interests didn’t lie in that direction. He majored in political science, with a minor in Russian, and I couldn’t truly be surprised by that—he was his father’s son.
Quinton graduated with honors, and with the exception of Bryan’s wife, the entire family was there.
“I’m sorry, Portia. Johanna was unable to get away.”
“That’s all right, Bryan.” I didn’t like the way she treated my brother—she never should have married into an intelligence family—and I’d been relieved when I realized she wouldn’t attend the commencement ceremony.
“It’s not,” Jefferson muttered, although he made sure Bryan was occupied with trading stories of Quinton growing up with Gregor and coul
