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Uncle! Ear to the phone, I hear my niece's voice for the first time in how many years? I'm chewing on a tiny ear of baby corn, probably slathered in MSG, and her voice sounds tired. It's a distant kind of tired, as if broadcast light years ago from an unknown galaxy. Of course she wants to see me, she says. She's a kind, non-vindictive person. She works really hard at not judging, although cross her on Tuesday, by Wednesday you'll be eviscerat...

June 1910. Charles Richard Crowningshield, a wealthy industrialist from Chicago, is sending his family east, to escape the summer heat. They arrive by private train, to the village of Woods Hole, a small fishing village on the tip of Cape Cod, Massachusetts. He's just purchased a new home there, high atop Juniper Point, a windswept promentary with views to sea and the Elizabeth islands beyond. But the house, built in 1880, a large Victorian ma...