8:45 p.m.
I was still on that velvet bench when the main doors of the Fairmont Copley Plaza opened and my grandmother walked in.
Eleanor Harrison was 78 years old. She moved with a cane now, her gait slower than I remembered from my childhood.
But everything else about her radiated the same formidable presence that had made her one of the most respected professors at Harvard Law for three decades.
She wore a gray cashmere coat over a simple black dress. Her silver hair was pinned back elegantly.
And beside her walked Marcus Webb, mid-forties, wire-rimmed glasses, charcoal suit, carrying a leather briefcase that looked like it contained the weight of the world.
