Nearly four months before he ever wrote on a piece of cardboard.

Damaris Fong at the shelter helped him with it and has a copy of it and gave me one when I asked.

It names the cemetery.

It directs burial rather than cremation.

It designates the county programme to carry it out.

He had signed his own arrangements, properly, in a legally operative instrument, in August.

And in December he sat on a pavement and told a woman who bought him coffee that he was going to be thrown away, and then he watched her kneel down on the concrete.

Part Fifteen: Teresa