Part Thirty-Five: What It Cost

I want to do an accounting, because I have read a great many accounts like this one and almost none of them do, and because the absence of it is what makes them useless.

Eleven months and two weeks of suspended warrant.

I got it back on the twenty-ninth of August of the following year, in a meeting that lasted six minutes, and I signed a new Certificate of Appointment, and Dell Boykin shook my hand and said, “Welcome back,” and I went to my car afterward for a while.

A letter of counselling, which came out of my file two years later, and which I can describe accurately and cannot think about accurately.

Legal fees of a size I am not going to state, most but not all of which were recovered.