My Dad Skipped My Wedding for a Golf Tournament. Three Years Later, My Hotel Chain Hit $110 Million. He Texted: “Family Dinner. Important Discussion.” I Showed Up With My Lawyer.
My mother opened the door. She looked older than the last time I had seen her, and her eyes did the thing they sometimes did when she was managing her own feelings and mine simultaneously, moving quickly from me to Patricia and back.
Who is this, she asked.
Patricia Weng, Patricia said pleasantly. I’m Donna’s attorney.
