And when a man in a uniform told her she did not know what was in her own health plan, she found out, and she fixed it, and she never once mentioned it to me or to anybody else.

Both of those are the same woman and I have given up trying to make them into one thing.

Part Four: Junie

I want to put my daughter in this properly and then mostly leave her out of it, because she is eleven now and she did not choose to be in a story.

Junie was seven that October.

She is the child of me and a woman named Renata who I was married to for five years and who lives in Phoenix and who is not a villain in this or in anything; we were twenty-six and we were wrong and she went home, and Junie spends three weeks a summer there and they talk on Sundays.

Junie’s asthma was diagnosed at four after a night I am not going to describe.