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The first time I met his mother was in August of 2025, two months after the engagement. Her name was Cordelia Penhello, and she was sixty-seven years old. She lived in a large house in the foothills outside the city with her husband, Bertram, who had retired from a career in commercial real estate.

Lawrence was their only son. He had two older sisters, Marigold and Evangeline, both married, both living within ten minutes of the family home. I had heard a great deal about Cordelia before I met her.

Lawrence described her as traditional, devoted, a little intense about family, but warm once she got to know you. I prepared myself the way you prepare for a job interview. I bought a new dress.

I brought a bouquet of white peonies. I read a book she had recommended through Lawrence so I would have something to discuss. That first meeting was strange in a way I could not put my finger on at the time.