She got in her car and drove two hundred and twelve miles to Reno and got in at about half past midnight.

At 1:04 in the morning she sent one message to the sisters’ group.

It said: that was the right thing odie. im not being sarcastic. im just not able and its not about you.

And then, four minutes later: sorry about your wedding

And Odile, at one in the morning on her wedding night, wrote back: you came. thats the whole thing. go to bed.

I want to be careful here, because there is a version of this part where I tell you that Bea came around, and it would be a nicer nineteenth part, and it would not be true.