She did not cry. She has told me since that this surprised her.

What she did was open her phone and look up the organization, and find that it was a nonprofit advocacy group in Sacramento with a legislative agenda she disagreed with in most particulars, and that they had licensed the image from a stock and editorial agency in New York for what she would later learn was two hundred and forty dollars.

Then she drove home and put the groceries away and did not tell her father for three days.

Daniel found out because a man he worked with mentioned it.

Ray Okafor, who ran the fabrication shop’s second shift and who had never once brought up the whole business in two years, stopped him by the coffee machine and said, “Hey — is that all right?

The sign on 99?”