Forty-one people. I found that out later.

I wrote back to Dolores Amaya that night from my apartment.

Dolores — I’m alive. I’ve been alive the whole time. I was never diagnosed with anything. There was no Boston.

I found out about the leave he filed, in the third week, from his director. I did not know there had been a collection. I want to say that plainly and I also want to say that I’m not sure it’s much of a defence, because I could have asked and I didn’t.

Can I call you?

She wrote back in nine minutes: Yes. Not tonight. I need a night.