The House in the Photographs
Not in a way anybody could see.
But a colleague says he was at the dentist and some part of my mind, without being asked, quietly notes that this is a claim, and files it, and I cannot make it stop doing that, and it is exhausting, and it has cost me at least one friendship with a man who did nothing at all except be slightly vague about a Saturday.
Against which:
The sentence about the household does not appear in any document anywhere in the federal government, because every piece of that company’s marketing material was withdrawn and reissued under a monitor’s review.
Ninety-one people are employed.
A woman I sat two rows from in eleventh-grade chemistry found out from me, at a table, with a folder in front of her, six days after she asked a single question, and not from a process server, and not from a reporter, and not in nine years’ time from a stranger at a party.