That is the thing about that book that I have never been able to put down.

Not the total.

The ninety dollars.

A woman of seventy-three, four months behind on a promise she had made to nobody and told nobody about, going in on a Tuesday in February with ninety dollars to square it.

Part Seven: The Telephone

Susan called me at about half past four that afternoon, while I was still sitting in the car park.

“Chloe?