Denial – Beverley McLachlin
“ALL I ASK IS THAT you talk to my wife. I’ve done everything I can to help her. This is my last attempt. If it works, it works. If not—” Joseph Quentin and I are sitting in the late August sun on the marina-side patio of Cardero’s Restaurant. Sustainable seafood, the menu boasts. As if, I think. Half a lifetime in the law has made me a skeptic of no-harm claims, but this is where Quentin suggested we meet for lunch. Having worked his way through his crab salad, he’s moved on to what’s on his mind. I lean back and wait.