And on the eleventh of February I sat across a table from a woman in a coffee shop in Savannah and told her what had happened to her, and I was legally permitted to do it, and that is what the number bought.

I would pay it again.

I have not had one bad night about it.

There are about six things in this account that I did right and that one is the only one I did not have to be talked into.

Part Eighteen: Giselle

I need to say who she was, because for seventeen years she had been, to me, a photograph in a yearbook.