And I said no.

And she said, “Sweetheart, it’s Christmas,” and I said I had plans and I did not have plans.

I spent Christmas Day 2024 at my flat on Delaney Street with a chicken breast and a legal pad, and I am not going to pretend to you that the legal pad was necessary.

Part Thirty-One: Box 214

The vault room at that branch is about nine feet by twelve with boxes on two walls and a table in the middle with a laminate top.

There were seven of us in it on the seventh of January, which is too many.