My husband had me sentenced to ten years for a two-million-dollar fraud I never committed, and in the courthouse corridor he pulled my grandmother’s ring off my finger and told me to enjoy it. I didn’t argue. I handed a folded piece of paper to the guard.

He was in commercial insurance then. He was very good in a room and he asked me four questions about actuarial reserving on the first evening and listened to all four answers, and I was thirty-one and nobody had ever done that.

My mother liked him immediately.