you ever—”
“At your mother’s dinner two years ago.”
I reminded him of a dinner hosted by Margaret two years earlier. While discussing donations, she’d suggested that marrying a Prescott must have transformed my finances. I’d answered, “I was fortunate before Aaron too.” Aaron and his sister had laughed dismissively, and Margaret had patted my hand with an indulgent Of course you were, dear. I had let the moment pass. Now Aaron stared at the tabletop.
“I thought you meant your parents.”
“You never asked.”
His usual certainty abandoned him.
