We spoke on the porch, away from Noah and the dismantled party.

I had changed out of the jacket while cleaning up and would put it back on before I left.

Without it, I felt the same tiredness in my shoulders and the same uncertainty about what Monday would bring.

Howard had a short list rather than a stack of demands.

“The first thing is preserving the records,” he said.

“The second is clarifying instructions for the company.

The household questions need their own process.”