Everyone at Havenmere has a guy. The good ones handle the money so the widows don't have to think about it — and this one was marvelous. Patient. Kind. Never once made you feel stupid about the estate. He is also, as of a Wednesday in January, dead.

Sylvia says it's nothing. Sylvia also said the champagne was nothing.

Book Two is coming. We don't know when — and neither, apparently, does Gerald, who knows the date of everything.

Barry has no comment. Barry never does.