I’d let my friends know how…dissatisfied I was with Tartarin Bauchet and that I would no longer do business with him. I had enough influence that they’d stop buying from him as well. It wouldn’t bankrupt him, but it would put a sizable dent in his income.
In the meanwhile, I pressed the key on the intercom. “Gregor, where are you?”
“I’m in the kitchen. Did you need me? I’ll be right—”
“No, I’ll join you there. I have something I want you to see.” 16
From Exeter, my son went on to Harvard. I hoped he would become a doctor or a professor. Or even a lawyer. But his interests didn’t lie in that direction. He majored in political science, with a minor in Russian, and I couldn’t truly be surprised by that—he was his father’s son.
Quinton graduated with honors, and with the exception of Bryan’s wife, the entire family was there.
“I’m sorry, Portia. Johanna was unable to get away.”