Teresa’s estimate is seven hundred and something.

Mine is seven hundred and fifty.

The earliest is the eleventh of April 1990.

He had been in the building about fourteen months.

The last is the third of March 2017, which is four months before he retired, and which I looked at for a long time on a Saturday afternoon in the following December.

Six hundred and eleven times, a man got up from a desk, walked down a corridor, stood in a room in his shirtsleeves for ninety seconds, put his name in a box, and went back to work.

Part Forty: The Letters