“Mathews is nearby, and I’ll only be gone until tomorrow, baby, and you know Mamma will come to check on you if you don’t show face.” I’m getting the paternal-type lecture from Jake as he gets ready to go to Manhattan. He’s looking sophisticated in a flawlessly tailored dark suit and, for once, a tie; one of his clients is sharing his flight to get business out of the way quickly, mid-air.

“I’m sure I can look after myself for a night. You know, I did handle some ...