couldn’t possibly come from anythingMy father is not a nobody. He is the chief architect for one of the largest aerospace contractors in the country — a brilliant, quiet man who could buy and sell the Whitmores several times over and would never mention it, because he was raised in that “shabby little flat” by my grandmother, and he keeps it because it holds his whole childhood, and he measures wealth in things that can’t be photographed and sneered at.
I’d never told Lorna any of that. Partly because it was
