His smile flickered.
Just for a second.
Then it returned.
He pulled out a chair for Brooke with exaggerated courtesy.
“Let’s not turn this into something unpleasant,” he said lightly. “Margaret wouldn’t have wanted that.”
Margaret wouldn’t have wanted that.
The words almost made me laugh.
My sister didn’t avoid unpleasant things.
She mastered them.
Daniel cleared his throat.