Part Thirty-Three: Two Hundred and Nine Dollars and Eighty-Five Cents

So let me put the position as it stood on the evening of Monday the twenty-third of October 2023, which is three days after a police officer knocked on my door.

My son no longer owned a guitar.

He no longer owned a console or nine games.

He had no savings, and the tin had a piece of paper in it.

Maya Lin was back in the chair she had been in on the Monday, with the navy towel on the seat.