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stand, canvases and painting supplies, photos of her children<br />
and grandchildren, and a framed portrait of her dead husband. He<br />
looked like a banker with rosacea, a tall thin man in a suit,<br />
with a ruddy face and piercing, grey eyes. I hung him over the<br />
fireplace for her. <strong>The</strong> bed was already made, the kitchen stocked<br />
with supplies, and the linen closet filled with plush towels, an<br />
extra blanket, and clean sheets and pillowcases. I gave her a<br />
map of downtown Westwin. We spread it out on her desk.<br />
“Can you read maps?” I asked<br />
“Yes,” she said.<br />
“Good,” I replied.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> bank is about here,” I marked it with an X, and did<br />
the same for the supermarket, post office, theatre, and<br />
bowling alley.<br />
“We’re very close to town,” I said.<br />
“Just go to the end of the driveway, turn right until you<br />
hit the first light, then take a left. It’s no more than 10<br />
minutes away.”<br />
_______<br />
Jane was spoiled, and I did nothing to change that. If<br />
anything, I made it worse. We were patrons of the Boston<br />
Symphony Orchestra and went to concerts at least three times a<br />
month. We were on the advisory councils of several philanthropic<br />
groups, and attended expensive benefits on a regular basis. I<br />
was a ranking member of the local Democratic party, and we often<br />
held fund-raising events at the house, catered affairs with<br />
caviar, Moet et Chandon, scallops wrapped in bacon, mushrooms<br />
stuffed with heart of mongoose, and generous portions of parlez<br />
vous Francais.<br />
I sat on the boards of a software company, a new social<br />
media group, a leading advertising agency, Bank of America,<br />
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