I visited nineteen times in twenty-one days.

I have counted.

I counted in the February, obsessively, off my calendar and my transit history, because I needed to know whether I had done enough and because I am the kind of person who thinks that is a question with a number in it.

Nineteen visits.

I know what I brought to every one of them.

Thick wool socks, three pairs, because the ones he had were thin.

A hygiene kit.