All of it is worth an enormous amount to a man on the other side of the table.

Simone Ekwueme’s fourteen pages laid six of them out.

In February, a man came to the house on a Thursday.

On the following Monday, Halvorsen Bray raised a bid they had described as final.

In June, a founder we had been courting for a year came to dinner.

Nine days later he took a call from Boston that he had refused for eleven months.

In the August, we lost something outright, in a way that made no sense at the time and made perfect sense afterward.