After the room finally breathed again, a waiter named Anthony Castellano approached me near the bar. He was twenty-six, pale, and anxious, holding a pitcher of water as if it were a shield.
“Ma’am,” he said, “I heard your sister before it happened. She was on the phone. She said, ‘After today, Maggie’s going to look like the family villain, and we’ll look like the victims for once.’ Then she handed Cody the phone and told him what to do.” Familyvacation packages
I felt the floor tilt beneath me, then steady itself.
“Would you write that down?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said. “Word for word.”