“Because Mom said if I told you what she was doing you’d take her side and then I’d have nobody.”

And then she looked at the door.

She looked at the door of her own hospital room at one in the morning in case somebody was standing in it, and I want that recorded, because of all the facts I collected over eleven months — the clips, the forms, the notary, the loan schedules — that look at a door is the one I would put in front of a jury if they would let me.

Part Seven: The Car