When I Walked Into the Courtroom in Full Uniform, My Father Laughed. My Mother Sighed. Then the Judge Looked Up, His Voice Breaking: “Dear God… It’s Really Her.” The Room Went Silent. They Had No Idea Who I Had Become.

could be quoted later. He operated through a more sophisticated mechanism: the management of attention. His attention was the sun in our household, and everything arranged itself around the question of whether you were receiving it or not. Grant received it constantly and completely, from early childhood onward, in the particular way that firstborn continue reading …