I do not think Walter Strand married me for the money.

I want that first because I believe it.

Nothing about the shape of it works as a scheme.

A man running that scheme does not tell you in writing, six days after his own funeral, that the reason he gave you was a lie.

He takes the good reason to the grave, because the good reason is the cover.

The letter is the thing that clears him of the worst version, and it clears him precisely because it is so unsparing about the second-worst one.

But I do not think he did not know, either.