The kind she reserved for audiences.
Not for people.
I turned slowly.
She stood there wearing a tailored cream-colored suit, pearls around her neck, and a smile so polished it looked rehearsed.
Beside her stood my sister, Dr. Amelia Fairbanks, and my brother, Jonathan Fairbanks, attorney-at-law.
The successful children.
The ones who had remained invited.
For a moment, nobody spoke.