He was wrong about the conclusion.

He was not wrong about me.

Part Ten: What I Did Not Ask

There is one more thing from that evening and then we can get to the porch.

At about nine o’clock, while I was loading the dishwasher that had been fixed by then, I asked the question that would have stopped all of it, and I asked it in the weakest possible form, and I accepted the first answer.

I said: “Does Maya know?”