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Chapter 17 - BEATRICE RETURNS TO THE HOUSE
Nine months later, Beatrice attended a memorial at Villa Montanari.
Guest.
Not House Chair.
She arrived through the front entrance rather than the service side she used to patrol.
A professional manager greeted her.
“Mrs. Montanari, your table is this way.”
For a second I saw the old insult rise in her face.
Then disappear.
“Thank you.”
She sat.
A waiter served her.
May you like
She did not correct him.
Progress can look almost offensively small.
