marrying my best friend.
His mother had other ideas.
At our first dinner together, Margaret asked where my family lived, what my father did, and whether my parents owned property.
She asked the questions with a bright smile, but each answer seemed to disappoint her.
“Oh,” she said when I explained that my parents lived in a modest home outside the city. “Well, everyone has to start somewhere.”
I remember Ethan squeezing my hand beneath the table.
“Mom, Claire is brilliant.”
Margaret smiled at him.
“I’m sure she is, darling.”
