“I moved back into my childhood bedroom at forty-six.

I lost the Hendricks account because I kept leaving work to take her to the doctor.

Donna and I almost — ” He stopped.

“You called on Christmas.

You sent cards.

And I was here, alone, cleaning her up when she didn’t know who I was, and every single time I thought I couldn’t do it another day, I’d think, well, Janet could help, Janet could get on a plane, and then I’d remember you’d made it real clear you weren’t coming, and I’d do it myself.

So no.