Not because of the money and not because of the house.

Because the sixth paragraph is the most accurate sentence anybody has ever written about me, and because it is an apology, and because my grandmother sat down at a kitchen table at some point in the last eight years of her life and worked out that the thing she had taught me was how to keep quiet, and decided to say so, and then put it in a box where I would not read it until she was past arguing about it.

Part Thirty-Five: Sixty-Eight Thousand

I found out what had happened on the twenty-fourth of September from a police report, which cost me nine dollars, and which is a public record, and which I could have asked for in November.