“This Is Emma,” My Mother-In-Law Announced At A Connecticut Christmas Dinner—“She’ll Be Perfect For James Once The Divorce Is Final,” And Every Fork Paused While I Decided Whether To Smile In Fairfield County, Connecticut, Christmas has a hush that makes even silverware sound like a choir. Beef Wellington breathes on the platter, snow salts the boxwood hedges, and through the French doors I watch our small porch flag lift against the white. Inside, place cards gleam. Patricia believes a table is