The dining room of Vance Manor was a mausoleum of old money and older judgments, where crystal chandeliers cast harsh light over meals that cost more than most people earned in a week yet tasted like ash in my mouth. Sunday dinner was mandatory\u2014a weekly performance review I was destined to fail no matter how I prepared, no matter what I accomplished in the world beyond these walls.\u201cPass the salt, Elena,\u201d my mother Beatrice said without lifting her eyes from her plate of coq au vin. Her voice carried that particular tone of polite condescension she\u2019d perfected over decades of social climbing. \u201cAnd please try to be careful. We all know how clumsy you get when you\u2019re flustered. God knows you couldn\u2019t even handle the simple pressure of law school without completely falling apart.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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