“Did you sign it.”

“Yes, I signed it, but it wasn’t—”

“Was it papered by Rosenblatt?”

“I don’t remember who—”

“It was papered by Rosenblatt,” Deborah said pleasantly.

Christopher looked at me across that table and said, “You set me up.”

And I said the only sentence from this entire story that people have ever repeated back to me.

“No, Christopher.