Two and a half years of income, forgone, in the difference between the letter of the thirty-first of October and what I accepted.

Roughly ninety per cent of the Dupont side of my life, which was, by the end, most of my life.

Robert.

Christian’s sister, who I was close to and who has not spoken to me and whom I do not blame.

Two couples we saw constantly and who did the thing people do, which is not to take sides but to become extremely busy.

The house, which I kept, and in which I could not cook for about seven months, and in which I replaced the kitchen window in the following year for reasons that are not structural and that cost two thousand two hundred dollars and that I would do again.