Terminal Four
It is not the order of filiation and it is not a photograph.
It is a framed, uncashed cashier’s cheque for sixty thousand dollars, drawn on a private bank in New York, dated the twenty-ninth of May, made out to Evelyn Tarrant.
The settlement required the return of the original.
Her lawyer had it scanned at high resolution first, on her instruction, before anybody agreed to anything, because she is the most careful person I have ever met.
People ask her about it perhaps twice a month.
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