He was seventy-one and living against a brick pillar and he did not think he could stand in it once.

And the second thing is that it is still a decision he made about me.

He decided what I would be able to hear.

He decided which version of the question I was fit to be asked.

And then he wrote me a letter apologizing for it, six days after I buried him, when I could not answer.

Dr. — I did not have a therapist then.

I had my sister Greta.