Renata is four years older than me and she is a hospital pharmacist and she is, on a list of people you would want to arrive at unannounced, somewhere in the top two in the country.

She said, “Okay.” She made tea I did not drink.

She took her children to their father’s.

She came back at nine.

And in the four hours between those two things I sat at a kitchen table in a wedding-guest dress and I built a file.

That is the only way I know how to describe it.