I saw a woman on a camera with a child on her shoulder and I pressed the button, and then you came up the path and it was you and I nearly fell over.

“So whatever this is, it did not start with Julian and it did not start with a house in Boston.

It started with somebody pressing a button, and I would have pressed it for anybody, and I am very glad it was you.”

Part Thirty-Seven: What It Cost

I want to do this properly, because I have read a great many accounts like this one and almost none of them do it, and the absence of it is what makes them useless to anybody who is actually standing on a porch.

Three days of my children not having a bed.