Dinner that evening was the fullest the table had been since before the investigation.Six people. Margaret at her usual place. Victor at the head, which was his position and which nobody had suggested changing because changing it would have been its own kind of statement and the evening did not need statements. Adrian beside me. Lillian across from him. Sophia at the end opposite Victor, which was where I had placed her when I had set the table, the specific geometry of someone who had decided that Sophia deserved to face the room rather than be positioned within it at its margins.Mrs. Carter had cooked properly. Not the efficient weekday meals of recent weeks, adequate and honest, but something that communicated occasion without announcing it, the specific culinary register of someone who understood that significant evenings deserved food that had been thought about.The table was quiet at first.Not the hostile quiet of a group of people who had nothing to say to each other. The s
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