My father invited the entire family to Thanksgiving, but my mother forced me to stay in the kitchen cooking while everyone else celebrated. Two hours later, a man in a black suit walked in…
My father, Thomas Bennett, invited the whole family to Thanksgiving dinner as though we were the kind of people who gathered around a polished mahogany table, smiled at one another, and meant it. We weren’t. By five that afternoon, the dining room of my parents’ sprawling Greenwich, Connecticut estate shimmered beneath crystal chandeliers and silver…
