And in eighteen months he complained approximately once.

It was in the March of 2023, after the second of March, after Detective Bonaventura had taken my theory apart, and I had been unbearable for about nine days.

He said — and it was not a shout and it was not even particularly loud — “Alma.

I need you to notice that I live here.”

I said something defensive.

And Hugo said: “You’ve had a thing for four months.

The thing about your sister.