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“Mrs. Fitzgerald, would you like a glass of wine?”

"Mimosas, for me and my daughter."

"Right away, ma'am."

Mother and I settled into large comfortable chairs as we lowered our feet into the warm bubbling baths. From the reception we'd received, it was obvious that every employee of the private spa knew my mother, the great Adelaide Montague Fitzgerald.

"Darling," she said, with just the right amount of Southern twang, "please ...