So I put the screwdriver down and I reached over and put two fingers on the neck of that guitar and moved his hand about an inch.

And I said: “It goes down.

Everybody takes it up.

Try it from the second line.”

He looked at me for about a second.

Then he said, “Okay,” and he started again from the numbers’ll still be there in the morning, and he got the note, and he was extremely pleased about the note and not about anything else, which was the whole objective.

Carmen was inside at the window and did not come out, which was deliberate, and which she has never discussed with me and never will.

He asked me who wrote it about six months after that, in a truck, out of nowhere, the way they do.

I said, “I did.”

He was outraged.