A Victory
Just yesterday, Pamela made peace with her stepfather. She drove out of town to meet him at work, and the two of them got takeout and returned to his office to talk. I was there, watching and listening carefully, but Pamela hardly needed me. I have rarely been so proud of her. “All I’m saying,” she told William, holding his gaze even as her eyes filled with tears, “is that I feel that you all have kept me at arm’s…