I did not make a speech about them.

They were not a performance.

They were an exhibit, handed over and let go.

Rosalind caught me in the corridor afterward and offered me a trust account in Delaware, two hundred and eighty thousand dollars, a settlement for my silence.

My silence is not for sale, Rosalind, I said.

The family name is already ruined, and you did it yourselves.

Then I went and sat beside Rowena on a low wooden bench, and she asked me if it was finished, and I told her they had the ledgers and the records, and that the Lisbon transfers had been stopped, and that her signature on the original trust documents had been verified by the bank.