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The evening is disintegrating and it’s barely six. Here she is without enough wine. Of course. The boys are fighting over the seating arrangement, and Hal’s brought his latest little side piece. Naturally. Eleanor doesn’t know why she invited Hal. They’ve been all but divorced for years and she’s been locked up for years doing a dime for a failed corporate takeover. Love is not in the air. Her determination solidifies as she marches into the living room. Eleanor paid thousands to have this dinner flown from Paris to Gascony, and her sons are going to eat every single morsel.