She called me seven months after the sentencing.

It was a Tuesday afternoon and I was in my office and I did not recognize the number, and when I answered it there was about four seconds of nothing and then she said my name.

“Gwen.”

“Beatrice.”

And then she cried for a while, and I sat in my chair and let her, and did not say anything at all, because I could not think of one honest thing to say.

What she wanted was money.