two recessions.
It had been where Margaret sat beside Robert during the cancer scare, holding a paper cup of hospital coffee that tasted like cardboard, promising him she was not scared even though both of them knew she was lying.
It had been where they built the business.
People talked about Robert as if he alone had made it happen, because he had been the one shaking hands and signing contracts and standing in front of employees at Christmas parties.
Margaret knew the other half of the story.
She knew
