I have no way of knowing what proportion of that was a liver.

I know what proportion I assumed.

I assumed all of it.

Part Nineteen: The Other Side of the Desk

I have thought about that sentence more than any other sentence in this account, including the ones in the letter, and I want to try to say what is in it.

For twenty-eight years, Walter Strand was the mechanism.

Every person who ever came to that counter came to him in the middle of the largest week of their life, and he was the one holding the form.

He knew the fee.