And nothing else that month.

That is the day I stood on gravel at a golf club with a ten-month-old and asked for four hundred and eighty dollars.

The second is the fourteenth of June 2016.

Three hundred and eighty dollars and sixteen cents.

Coded beneficiary — gift. The only line in nineteen years with Silas in it.

And the third is the ninth of November 2014, which is a disbursement of fourteen hundred dollars to a florist in Georgetown, coded trustee expense — administrative, and which I had to look up because it meant nothing to me.

It is the flowers for Frank Dorsett’s funeral.