And then, in the voice he uses for subcontractors, “Your grandmother had no business leaving you financial papers.”

And I said the one good thing I said that entire week, and I said it without planning it.

I said: “Then why are you worried about this one?”

He hung up.

And I sat in a cemetery car park at twenty to five in October with a dead telephone in my hand and understood, for the first time, that I was in something.

Part Eight: The Kitchen