him.
“You did?”
“Yes.”
The coordinator scrolled farther down.
“There’s something else you should probably see.”
She opened another file Clara had attached to the orders.
“Your mother-in-law wanted every woman’s clothing coordinated according to where she intended them to stand in the family portrait.”
I looked at Simon.
Then back at the screen.
It wasn’t another dress order.
It was a diagram.
At the top were the words:
FORMAL FAMILY PORTRAIT.
Every family member’s name had been arranged into rows.
Beside several women’s names were handwritten notes.
JACKET CLOSED.
