He came home and said it was fine.

He said it was fine for four years.

He said it in a particular way, quickly, while taking his shoes off, and I knew, and he knew I knew, and we both kept doing it because the alternative required somebody to say something true in a kitchen and neither of us could afford it.

I will come to why I could not afford it.

That is Part Thirteen and it is the worst part of this account and it is about me.