Then she said: “They told me it was a gift.”
“I know.”
“They said it was because I’d stayed close to the family.
That was the phrase, Imara.
‘You stayed close to the family.'”
“Yeah.”
“They made it a reward for not being you.”
She put her face in her hands.
“And it was my own money.”
The christening party was in November.
They went ahead with it.
That is the part people find impossible and that I understood immediately: my parents had invited a hundred and forty people to a dockside luncheon at the marina four months earlier, and my father is a man who would rather be sued than be seen canceling.
By then Odalys had filed.
Shareholder oppression, breach of fiduciary duty, and a demand for an accounting — which is the boring one and the one that actually wins, because a court can order a company to open its books and once the books are open, everything else is arithmetic.
They had been served in September.
They came anyway.
So did I.
I want to explain why, because it was not for revenge and it was not spontaneous.
Odalys advised against it.
Theo asked me not to.
I went because of a sentence my grandfather said to me in that yard when I was fifteen and sweeping shavings for two dollars an hour.
“Imara, a boat’s just a hole in the water.
What you’re standing on is the yard.”
I wore my whites.
Not to make a point about the military, though everybody read it that way.
I wore them because it was the only thing I owned that my mother could not call “dramatic,” and because I was on crutches and needed the one outfit in my closet that made a woman on crutches look like a woman on duty.
A hundred and forty people on a stone quay in the sun.
Champagne.
A banner with my sister’s name on it.
And me, coming up the ramp at eleven-fifteen, on two crutches, with a brace under a dress uniform skirt and an envelope in my jacket.
My father saw me from thirty feet away.
He came straight at me — not angry, that’s the thing people always get wrong — he came at me pleading, and he dropped down at my side and took hold of the crutch and said, in front of everybody:
“Imara.
Don’t.
Baby, whatever you want.
