Audrey scowls spread-eagled on the couch in the family room watching the news. Beside her is lanky Tutor. Ivanka?, Tutor can see Audrey thinking, if she inherits the world, what about Audrey, who has been promised as much by Momma? Tutor reassures her, "Shirtsleeves to shirtsleeves in three generations is a proverb in all nations. Ivanka is Gen-2, the one that coasts, and her kids, if she has any, will be those who squander the family riches, moral, spiritual, political, financial. That rise and fall of dynastic families is what leaves room open for new growth, as when in a forest a mighty silver beech falls, and opens a space for, say, an oak to replace it." Audrey knows from his portentous tone that Tutor is pretending to be Solemn, his own straightman. Ivanka has her Wise counselors, Audrey," says Tutor, "but you have me." "But you are just a Silly Grownup!" says Audrey. "My point, exactly!," smiles Tutor. "You have a Silly Grownup. Who do you think coaches Ivanka?" To which Audrey and Tutor chant in unison, their faces red, ever so loud it brings Momma running in exasperation, "Stupid Grownups!"