The 529s: not ours at all, in any meaningful sense.

Those belonged to two children and were going to stay exactly where they were, and that was the one thing both of us agreed on inside four seconds, which I have always thought is the only genuinely decent moment of that entire negotiation.

“Now,” Ruth said.

“What do you want?”

And I said the thing I had worked out at two in the morning three nights running.

“I want Alder.”